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[bodytext] => My oh my what is it all about Another day passed an even darker cloud In the flicker of ones eye Time has flown so quickly by Waiting for no man just trundling along its endless path The end of time, is there such a thing The start of time, when did this begin Measurable in units created by us Incorrect in its theory but plausible in cause Envious of how time can progress Faultless in direction, so much history on its chest If time could speak what would it relay How would it help us all to relate Is time a friend of mine, or an enemy to us all Time is blind, blind is time Time is an entity which we can’t touch or feel But we can see it, or so we believe Is there really time, are we being deceived It must be real for we need to sleep For just one second let’s pretend That there is no time, there is no line The hours and seconds become entwined Lets submise that we are being controlled, maintained Ability to control the eco system at will of the sun Playing the HARPP without any strings Ugly in its sound without the wind How many of us even know how the wind comes about? How many of us can really say I know what it’s about? An expert in your field of nothing, although to you, you think you’re something Just please sit back, have a think to yourself Am I really that important Perhaps, just perhaps we should be doing something else.. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 21 [informant] => tiggytom [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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