What
is It?
This
that I'm always chasing?
There
doesn't seem to be enough of
then
again It's in abundance
It
tells me when to be where
something
I try to be on
there's
never extra to spare
It
escapes me like sands in an hour glass
It's
of the essence
It
can heal deep wounds
It
should never be wasted
there's
no going back in It
as
far as what the future holds
only
It can tell
give
me some
all
will be revealed
hours
minutes
seconds
It's
infinite while being short
'till
suddenly there's no more
how
quickly It flew
Where
did It go?
Gone
in a wink of an eye
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