Time
Time is long lasting
It is the vault that holds all the lost pain
Time.
It continues on for day's, hours, and minutes
Sometimes without recognition
You have colored people time and
then you have white people time
In reality, it's still all the same time...
Time is painful yet painless all at the same time
What mind do you use when you think of time?
Time lost or time spent.
Still ironically... All the same time
Or maybe you think of the time that
The dead black man lying in the
street has lost
Do you think of time these days?
I think of time now not later
Time today not yesterday
Time that will determine my future
All depending on the time
Tick Tick Tock...
Tick Tick Tock...
There goes our lost time.
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