The time is cold,
Yet nimble and quick.
Never growing old
Ready to trick.
Our young, naive souls
With time, try to mingle.
Time’s voice is silent,
No joyous jingle.
Leaves one bent
Figuring out why.
Time’s mask is dull.
Time whispers lies.
Pretends to lull
Then rushes by.
Leaving you behind.
Leaving you to die.
Yet still with our twisted mind’s
We try to control the powerful time.
Our hands try to grasp while our eyes try to find.
Our ears seek out some imaginary chime.
But as we search for the forever lost
Time squirms and giggles endlessly.
Once again we’ve been tripped and tossed.
Time leaves us behind, broken, skipping away merrily.
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