Time Flies

This is it.
Time flies.
It’s a sneaky trick, I tell you
Never to capture it
Always elusive, deceptive…
Only the marks on our body
Betray the existence of it.
Time.
What a phony thing
To depend on,
To wish for,
To exploit.
Time flies.
This is it.

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