The say that time
does not exist, is just a concept
invented by man.
In those moments,
when it feels as though there is no such thing as time
on and on it goes,
ticking, all too quickly,
ticking, faster and faster,
ticking, like a bomb
ready to explode
bringing good news or bad news, with a single
that tears through us, yet
we wait.
The world walks on, oblivious,
and the clock keeps counting down,


The End

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