When Time takes shape, it disappears,
With the breaths we took and the memories we lived.
As it slowly robs the light and bring upon darkness,
Bringing us further from the past.
I once tried to turn and catch it passing by,
So that I can move it back for just a moment.
But only its breath and brush did I feel,
Realizing that I missed more than I caught.
See Time as it is and not what it was.
Move forward with it and let it pass you by not.
Linger and you will be the past and not present.
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