Second Guessed
A digit on the digital
trying to escape the inevitable
everything,
they say
is possible
I wait to be convinced.
You must think on this:
time travel will
and happen it did
hid from mere mortals
by Gods.
if it's going to go
it already has.
These things are always this way
like Thursday always comes
on Thursday
I'm not surprised, not anymore
in fact the fact becomes a bore
wish that there was...
....but that wish has been
wished before.
the analog ticks on
unaware its time has
almost gone,
almost
but not quite
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