Step one, an attempt


Today it passes by ever so slowly

Tomorrow I may not even keep track

I always want more

At times there is entirely too much

It’s the most precious, yet must wasted.

If only I could hold it.

just for a moment

Feel it pump through my


Understand it all better

If I could be one with it.



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