Time
Time is non existent,
Power breaks like glass.
Windows cover weather,
hours paint the past.
We all live behind a window,
making up for time.
Time is non existent,
shaping our design.
Still we have to wonder,
the meaning of our lives.
If time is non existent,
Then why do we preside?
We try to find the answers,
yet no one has the truth.
We gather up old and new ideas,
and pass them to our youth.
Yet when our window inevitably shatters,
closing us forever inside.
Time is non existent,
ONLY LEFT BEHIND!
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