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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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