Time is a mystery. Moments that pass, but stay in our memories. Things that might seem meaningless as the time can burden us in the future.
Caught in a warp of timeUnaware of the past or futureLike a dead butterflyWith no knowledge of its past beauty Perhaps time will start againTo end the infinite lethargyA period with no start or endBut just an ongoing monotony For isn't time just a collection of passing momentsOne that comes and then just endsTo be followed by yet another Couldn't I look back at my lifeAnd pluck out the moments that seem a burdenOr for that matter just look aheadAnd put in the ones I desire And isn't love the height of joyA never ending momentA feeling we all desireBut lost in between the start and the end Why do we give up on our chance of loveA moment that may never come againWhy do we chase for thingsThat take away the moments that really matter A moment of joy and happinessTo look your lover in the eyeAnd see the magnificence of the universe
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