
Tick Tock
listen to the clock
minutes tiptoe past
each moment
engulfed
swallowed
transformed
into memory
of events
Time moves
creeping sluggishly
lingering, dallying,
marching, racing,
going nowhere
offering hope
and elusive dreams
tempting and teasing
dodging and weaving
evasive
elusive
Time
a measurement
of convenience
a bookmark
on the soul
of every mortal.
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