Time

by Tootie   Nov 15, 2005


Times is moving quickly.
Each day,
each moment,
each deadline.

Waiting for the pause,
a free moment
to breathe.

Instead,
running from point
a
to point
B.
faster,
Faster,
FASTER.

DON'T STOP!
You'll get passed by.

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