Linda
Time
Time
The dimension of motion
Always in my mind
Never in my pocket
When did it start?
Where is its destination?
Where did it all go?
When will I have it?
Catch it.
Time doesn't have time for us
It keeps running
Panting.
One look at it and it's gone.
Teasing me.
Passes me with a grin.
Never resting nor waiting
With no goal in sight
The run itself is its purpose
It can't be caught
It can't be seen
And yet that's all we need
Time.
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