Time escapes,
faster,
wildly,
unrealized,
unpresented,
but slow for the fastest.
In the arms of heaven,
it never sits,
but keeps running,
towards
a never-ending race.
We,
On the other side,
Keep waiting,
for the right time,
to strike,
for good,
or for fortune.
It never,
Strikes the clock,
the way we want,
the way we wish,
and, we keep waiting.
the better is,
not to sit,
but to run,
faster than time,
realizing,
but not looking at it.
For what we know,
we can’t stop,
never we can,
so, run faster,
and leave it to rest.
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