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Time filled with actions, an hourglass of gold Only then can it be valuable, only to be sold Time is a resource, for all that is fair For only time judges your sentence, for all that you care In time we search for bliss, freedom, and even our souls In the mind we grasp each moment we would like to hold Forever more Are memories truly eternal? Are they even true? No longer feel the sensation within you That is how in time love escapes Slipping from the grip, rotting like flesh From fame to obscurity From freedom to security There is nothing quite like it, yet everything is within it If the sound of a clock is obtrusive, then the voice of time is very quiet indeed There is never enough of it, yet eternally abundant Emerging from nothing, encompassing everything You anticipate satisfaction, but expect more time What develops in time becomes the one obstacle keeping you from it From everything From nothing |