Time can heal all wounds, I'm told,
From a cut finger to a broken heart.
Time can fly when we're having fun
Or drag when there's work to do.
Time and time again, they say,
But there's never enough of either.
Time is said to change anything eventually,
Unless you change them yourself.
There is a time for everything
And everything in its time.
But what does it mean? What does it say?
How much time is left? ... Not enough.
And if time can do so much
How can it be counted?
Author notes
This is just completely random. Sorry.
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