Contributor: Prince A. McNally
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Mountains
upon
mountains
of wasted time
Lay silently at rest
upon trillions of
micro increments
Littered with the stark
procrastination
of uncherished
moments
Where the hands of time
were indiscriminately ignored
As if...
time itself
were an
unresticted
commodity
A
fertile resource
entitled at birth
readily harnessed
like a horse to a carriage
or so the ego's disillusioned
sense of self
would have us believe
For man seeks to defy
the mathematical
principles of logic
and natural progression.
His God complex
often compels him
to challenge the
universal law
of gravity,
And yet,
he has always managed to fail.
Contrary to popular belief...
time cannot be
controlled
manipulated
nor even managed.
We can only hope
to manage ourselves
within the space
time allows us,
before we, ourselves
must return to the stars
And thus,
time is most precious
and surely of the essence
For we,
are surely
running out
of....
time.
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Time Is Surely Of The Essence
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