You can’t really look at time
Without impatience reigning supreme
Its impossible for words to come true.
Reality waits patiently for a whole 60 seconds before it decides to move on;
We don’t even wait a micro-mili-small-second. A fragment of reality, we turn to imagination of the wild.
We are each given allowance each day.
Prove worthy of time when you look at a clock waiting for it to move. A second. 10 more. 10 more. 10 more. 10 more. 10 more. Then only 9.
You look at your eyes. They wander.
Look at your hands. Twitchy.
Wait for an hour. You might find the reason you live. Or you might end up figuring out what took you so long to figure it all out.
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