Time
It swirls and twists
past my nose past my fists
without an effort or a care
without a joy or despair
It flies and soars
past my nose and through my doors
Assumed to have a mystical quest
it roams on without a rest
never leaving a trace
but expressions on every face
There are those wise enough to use it
and those who squander it
As long as it has passed it can never return
It shall forever last, traveling on and on...
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