even as times change we want that which has been true to always be true
this time yesterday the clock read an hour later and the sun was up
sometimes time will stop we ignore it and push on when we should stop, too
the snow on the pine fleeting, will tomorrow be just a memory
there is only now yet now becomes the future and the past at once
when the clocks fall back we are reminded that time is all relative
under one layer is another; and again repeating through time
though handy to know all to often we let time have all the control
with each new season we see the passage of time in living color
time pulls us forward anything we want to keep we must drag behind
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