It seems the days creep by or fly at the speed
of sound, yet I know perfectly that time is time.
It's always the same, can neither be hurried nor
slowed; just seems that way. Wouldn't that be
an actual argument for living in the moment
rather than wishing for the morrow or longing
for yesterday? We have been given these truths
since childhood, yet it seems we only integrate
them into our being as we come of age, as it
were.
hey mister sandman
time flies when you're having fun
turn the glass over
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