The Weight of Time
A glossy picture tilted on the wall
My life portrayed within a snap
An infinite second captured
Forever engraved, perfect
To make a choice
In a second the picture can alter
It's such a drastic change
The colors blur my vision
To learn or to follow?
To go or to stay?
The black hands taunt me, moving rapidly
The weight of time
This is it, my life
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