Time Quadeca

[Intro]
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*explosion*
*back-masked music*

[Spoken Word]
Time
A shattered clock upon the soft floor of the eternal home
As the hands of the clock fall and turn
We wave goodbye along with them
Now, when I ask, what is time?
To some, it is the tape measure of life
To some, it is the disappearing monger of the universe
Hmm...
To some, it is an alarm, a brutal reminder
That it is always watching
To some, it is a duе date for a photography blog
Watching the time instеad
As it approaches constantly like a speeding train
And we, civilians, part with the middle of it's tracks
And so I ask, what can fly without wings?
What can fly without wings?
Time flies
Time flies, that's what I can tell you! Hahaha!
And although we are nearing the end of this art
We are only approaching a new beginning