Circles, I Chase (poem)
Circles, I Chase.
The wheel of time goes round and round,
Always forwards but never back.
A Mobius loop, an unending band,
Many seconds lost but never lacked.
Time is a gem, that I was told,
Too precious to be a waste,
More valuable than gold,
—Just don’t ask someone who is a laze.
For the sands of time falls down and down,
To the dune of moments in the infinitum,
History to be repeated till the end of dawn,
Recalling our boon and doom
How harsh a mistress Time really is,
Mistakes are final when they are done,
You might believe that waiting is bliss
But nothing is immortal when they are gone.
The clock ticks round and round,
I have no more strength to fight it back,
Hear I lay, in a bed I am bound,
Vision dreary, fading black
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