The clock ticks
Time continues to move
Like a river
Forming the surface of my skin
I just stand still
And let it carve
Its tales into my face
Time has taken over
Has shaped my being
My conquest of life
And those within
Time a cruel and kind master
That changes everything and nothing
Time is relative
For me my life
For Earth just a breath
Time wasted
Or treasured
And the clock still ticks
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