Time passes quickly, you blink, then it's gone
And after one moment, the next comes along
They stretch out for decades but when you reflect
You're losing more -- you see, they all connect
Can't live for the moment, we dwell in the past
Because those sweet times, they are too good to last
And ten seconds later, we don't realize
They have slipped away right in front of our eyes
Time is an illusion and time marches on
We are its players, we're merely the pawns
Yet rarely we stop just to ponder the purpose
'Cuz time's not our friend, nor does time serve us
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