It seems as though I am having more times
Where I am growing weary of time
It is never ceasing
Always pressing forward
Undaunted by wishes of the opposite
The next second appears
Whether you are ready or not
Whether you desire it or not
That life is finite is not lost upon me
Though the shortness of it is increasingly disturbing
I know I can not reverse its path
Though it would be nice for it to rest a spell
Alas it will not
And so I press forward as it does
Until eternity
Where it will be my foe no more
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