Silence
Moments of longing
And memories of lost desires
Longing for a time in the past
Following the clock
Minutes, hours and days
Ticking away, your faithful leader
A constant dictator
Never letting you catch up
No time to reminisce
Keep moving forward
Looking at the present
Is the only thing allowed
Looking back is for the weak
The grains of sand keep falling
Begging you to follow
Slipping away with them
Gone in just a moment
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