Time
Time
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Too many times, so many frivolous dreams, sarcasm I eluded to for whatever it seems.
My sun no longer sets, nor casts out it’s beams, though my days seem like minutes or a second in between.
Your hour glass spared is no time at all, consider your options, we must rise and not fall.
I thought of this rhyme, yet give unto me, the time that is wasted, and live to be free.
Copyright © Rory Christy | Year Posted 2021
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