This is a revision of the poem I posted yeaterday. Sometimes they won't go away even when "finished."
As we are mortal and maybe even if we weren’t, we travel through this one way dimension nanosecond by nanosecond until we aren’t anymore. Although you don’t have to be Einstein or traveling at lightspeed to know time is relative sometimes going so slowly other times passing too fast. But I’d give one of my back molars (which itself is feeling the effects of time) for a time out. Not the stand in the corner kind which our parents gave us unruly children, but rather a basketball type of time out where everything stops and coach can draw up the buzzer beater that will win the game. But that’s all fantasy and excuse me if I get a bit Buddhist, but we all know that the past is gone and the future yet to come we live in the now. Enjoy. .
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