#13) Ode to Time

One last time for a first encounter

One less moment spent in stasis

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Forgetting the gales of a distant past

Moving forward into a fresh memory

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Daily we drift in a circle, never ending its repetition

Seek to break its fragile border, if only for an intermission

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As the moments stack up, and time slips away

We all begin wishing, for more in the day

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But try as we might to slow it down, the time never fails to hit the ground

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And no matter the course, it falls away

Leaving nothing to chance, and less to say

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With each and every old new day

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We find ourselves, then die away

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