Time is of the essence so they say. While we have it, it seems abundant. When we don't, we wish to get all the lost back. It ends. It expires. It vanishes like any breath of life. And we can never, ever have it again. It is lost, and only imagined.
Today, I got a gift- a watch. I asked why. "You need more time", you said. I guess the only moment we can say it's never too late for us is when the clock stops ticking, time going off...the world not turning.
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