Thursday
Time flies more than I ever will and it frustrates me knowing
that the incessant tick of the clock is living a more
meaningful life than I am. It is the epitome
of repetition, yet I envy it for its
freedom. The power each hand
holds is that of the entire
human race. They have
all of us at their every
tick and tock.
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
