Time is life
It comes in one line
Drip drip through the fog
Then it’s gone

Smile
For you do not know when you will smile again
Happy wrinkles
Pure times of joy
Witty ploy

Speak
For you do not know when you will speak again
Sound your voice
Everything becomes ever nothing
A mere void

Time is not your friend
It is a trend
It ticks
It’s gone
And you’re still not done

See
For you do not know when you will see again
Let your eyes holler
Bewildered by pleasing colour
It is tight
It is time

Feel
For you do not know when you will feel again
Your skin
Thin as a razor
Human paper
A veil to protect a fragile heart 

Time comes
It is never before us
It is with us
Then it’s behind us 
Gone
And you’re still not done

Dance, my little friend
For you do not know when you will dance again
In the fog
Drink your grog
It flies
It is gone
And you’re still not done

Love, my little friend
It is time
It is time.

5 am, Saturday, February 1st, 2025.

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