Time, running away,|
Blind to the blessings of each new day.
It begins again.
Time, running out,
Asking again, "What's it all about?"
Moving too slow.
Life moves too fast.
Just a repeat of the past.
Time, running down,
In the middle struggling to get out.
There's nothing left to do.
Time has run out.
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