pause
as the clock ticks by
we lose those perfect moments
we rush through our lives
not breathing in the sweet air
with plans from one hour to the next
giving us no time to meditate on being
we lose the very essence
of this world we call home
as we fly from place to place
as if each will catch fire
if we dont move fast enough
we move faster than the ind
blowing behind us as we run
in doing so, we miss the colors
the flowers, and the sunsets
why can't time stop
and the world just pause
so people can soak up the beauty
of this world we belong to
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