Time

Time slips slowly by,

Trying to fit in random actions,

As thy sits and tries,

To predict my future times,

Creating many evolving sections,

Note taking people’s views,

Thy hopes my message,

Is clear and precise,

Abstraction is not my nature’s vice,

As thy work travels streams,

Across countless passages,

My written works viewership,

Becomes multiplied,

My poetic expression,

Takes endless time,

Constant attention,

To prevent my work slipping,

And becoming a recession.

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