Saturday, May 25, 2024

Time


You crawl before me,

yet, when I turn my head

you  run, you fly.

You’re gone

and I can never catch up,

never get you back.

Eternity spreads out before me,

yet my path

narrows

a little more

each

day

until one day it comes down to a

point,

a period.

And we all know

a period signifies the

end

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