When minutes become unbearable
And the hours follow suit
Put all time in your past
Let it not destroy you
These measurements of time
Mean little at our end
We aren't remembered by our hours
But by family and by friends
The clock is a prison
We find ourselves in
Being told when our day ends
And when the next one begins
When the ticking from the clocks
Gets too annoyingly loud
Throw caution to the wind
And take those clocks down
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Some lines taken from songs by Jewel First we're young, then we're old, Summer fades, then it's cold, We're passing through, then passing on, And time marches on, till it's all gone.
Why even talk. The words hold no value they are meaningless. Talk the talk but can you walk the walk. Talk is cheap. Words have no materialistic value. Penny for your thoughts. No I didn't think so.
What is this, this right and wrong. Who says nay and where does right belong. Is Aristotle in his thoughts so right. To say that right is on the side of might. Where do i lay my head at night.
What if time had a smell. It would smell of sand. The oil in clocks. And hourglass varnish. Of must and lichens. And cobwebs and cradles. And dust in corners. And metal pendulums.
Life. A dream for the wise. A game for the fool. A comedy for the rich. A tragedy for the poor. A gift for the pious. A laugh for the humorist. A vexation for the cynic. A cult for the communist.
Hell is other people.
This time that man invented, I really do resent it, For when I am waiting for it to pass, The longer it seems to last.
Forces push everyone. All of them are real. But some are invisible. Everyone knows about gravity. It keeps our feet on the ground. It makes the rain fall. It keeps everything in place.
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