Time
Moves On
Time moves on.
We laugh, we cry,
Our moments spent living
This reality we think we know.
Existence. What is it but
A shallow wandering that
We perceive as 'us',
Seconds that tick away
At a rapid pace
Taking with them our hopes
And dreams. Movement
At any time will make or
Break us. Minutes spent on
The 'us' we were, only to find
It is actually the 'me'. Hours carrying
One into days, weeks, months,
Years. And love, yes, we have love,
For all that we see is beauty. So if
We then travel alone, we can be that,
But never lonely.
Time moves on.

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