Time
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Category : Poems
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There are no words to describe
The feeling that's inside
When you're running out of time
Time is a very peculiar concept
That we learn to accept
To decipher would render us inept
Time is infinite
It is worth it
To keep moving forward until I make it
To the end
Time is an enemy and a friend
It is far away or close at hand
But no matter what it may be
Only time will tell what is to come, what is to see
Though it won't wait for me, unfortunately
