Timed
So tonight we discuss time
The struct that constantly cons
It’s dutiful meander into the yet
It’s basically elongated counting
Never very good with numb bears
All the realities I hope there is one that isn’t
So time
How long is a moment
How short is a life
The dust.from the mountains creating the next
Are we the only ones who count
Humanity is really up itself
Seconds are first
Sow why don’t call them the firsts
How many almosts and ifs
When does past become the present
Would everything happen at the same time without its touch
This time
My answer to what time do you call this
Now always seems to fly past
Look for the future
Missing the right now
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