Big Ben
Time. It seems there is never
enough. I wonder how this
could be . After all aren't we
able to tell time to slow down
every once in awhile? Why do
we live in such dark times? Is
it not us who invented clocks
and not vise versa? An
untimely betrayal by our own
creation. Never the time to
focus on or nurture the mind.
Instead time is made
equivalent to money. But as
time passes that too will be
gone. If only we took the time
to think. Maybe in time we'll
find the right time.
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