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
time bends in small ways as if we each have our own event horizon
you’re not wasting time if you are doing something that your soul requires
doing what it does time will easily cover what someone forgets
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