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Time, always moving
always flowing
sliding slowly
flowing fast
lost and found,
vanishing without
a trace.

People waste it,
save it, seek it,
measure it, count it.
move it, give it,
hoard it, lose it.
Look back,
look forward.

Somehow, we always forget
the past is dead and gone.
The future is still far off.
There is no real meaning to a clock,
except to separate past and future.

But looking at a clock
stops you from realizing
that the only real time
will now, then, and forever, always be
Now.
:iconphilosophycookie:

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This one came from looking at a clock to check what time it was.

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:iconaliceliang:
you really have a talent in writing poems
'There is no real meaning to a clock,
except to separate past and future.'
that actually makes a lot of sense, i never thought about it that way

--
I passed the test with flying tones.
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A circle is a circle.There's no such thing as "Perfect circle".
:iconphilosophycookie:
Thanks. I like being able to write poems that make people think.

--
If wishes were fishes then we would all drown.
But death would be so delicious.
:iconwrathofthepenguin:
The past is past, and you make the future with the now. So live now so you will have lived past, present, and future

--
I sure don't wanna live, but I sure don't want to die
I'm stuttering again and telling her goodbye
Oh m-m-my, good b-b-bye

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