Time
It is not animal nor being
Owns not a pair of wings yet
Can travel so quickly it feels like
Quicksand slips out of your feeble, wrinkly hands
Fingers shrivelling, deep blue veins
Poking through a shallow used layer of skin
Oh, time does indeed cause pain
If that minute hand just suddenly froze
For a mere millisecond, the world would
Be a catastrophe in two
For time, like glue
Makes it certain that the planet spins 'round
If the second hand tick tocked
In the wrong direction
The future would come yet too soon
For us human weaklings, it would be
An overload of agony to bear
So let us leave time just the peaceful way it is
For all things are beautiful if they
Are taken in reasonable doses
And not mistreated or misunderstood
Time
The main factor of crow's feet
On the other hand, time
Is as bitter as it is sweet
It is not animal nor being
Owns not a pair of wings yet
Can travel so quickly it feels like
Quicksand slips out of your feeble, wrinkly hands
Fingers shrivelling, deep blue veins
Poking through a shallow used layer of skin
Oh, time does indeed cause pain
If that minute hand just suddenly froze
For a mere millisecond, the world would
Be a catastrophe in two
For time, like glue
Makes it certain that the planet spins 'round
If the second hand tick tocked
In the wrong direction
The future would come yet too soon
For us human weaklings, it would be
An overload of agony to bear
So let us leave time just the peaceful way it is
For all things are beautiful if they
Are taken in reasonable doses
And not mistreated or misunderstood
Time
The main factor of crow's feet
On the other hand, time
Is as bitter as it is sweet
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