Time beats constant
rhythms,
On drums,
not always in step;
The life we
planned on dancing to,
Played future
songs we’d not heard yet.
Often, we’re
forced to remember
Friends or
things we thought would last…
Sadly,
looking back on them
As joys lost
to our past.
A second
chance is useless,
I tried to
never let go…
My futile
battles against the clock,
Defeated
with less to show.
I often
peruse memories,
They seem to
cover infinity…
Taking eons
to occur in time,
Yet now only seconds to see.
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