Time
I've been pulled under the raging current...
I keep thinking of those delectable yesterdays...
Those tantalizing absurdities of truths not yet known...
I miss the blissful ignorance and innocence,
and I curse all the realities I have been shown...
Time used to be just a clock on the wall...
Lazy hands ticking, soft and slow...
With my awareness now keen on the speed of it all,
I realize this race started long ago...
With age comes wisdom so I can safely say,
I would give up my tomorrows for an eternal today...
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