// TIME //
Time is bounded but isn't wired
a refractory parameter, a forward leap,
gauged within a lithic distance,
dead on the warps of deep space,
unclocked scale in higher skies and welkins.
Time, like the tides, makes waves of
days and nights, good and bad
getting swapped with each other
one thing for sure, it neither can
be stored nor can be gobbled up,
but to be consumed at its own pace.
It gets repeated, the past expires,
move steadily with time,
dip yourself to be your's better version,
destined to be Sojourn I say,
hold it firm in your hand,
by cummulating your memories,
by being productive in its every piece
else it slips away through fingers like sand.
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