The Wordsmiths Book 2021

Time

So much time. Too much time. Endless days and restless nights. Numbers falling off the face; hands spinning on an empty frame minutes becoming meaningless, hours becoming empty.

A never-ending story. Our never-ending story.

It’s coming to an end. Forever moving forward, yet always falling back. Future ahead, our numbered days simply stack.

Slipping through my fingers, an hourglass getting flipped.

Time is running out do we run with it?

Anonymous

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