What happens to time
Does it slip through our fingers
like water running through a fauset
Or pass us by
like trees passing as we drive in a car
And then fade into the distance
Does it sit in our minds
like memories of an old love
Or dissapear in the past
like old friends we loose touch with
Maybe it just continues to suprise us with its fast or slow passing
like a young child with its random shananagans
Or is it just limitless
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