Time
If you could picture time as a concept
To control our willing self
Would its beat change as our mind slept
Propaganda sold as health.
Time is an aid to healing
Advice for emotional pain
But how can it manage the feeling
To protect and keep us sane.
So how much time is for the living
An algorithm to measure breath
Age a counter for the reapers ring
Taking us closer to the time called death.
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