Time,
never ending, yet nothing.
You can not hear time,
for the tics derive from the clock.
You can not feel time,
for your body is only aging due to time.
You can not see time,
for a clock only shows what time.
Time is more then seconds, minutes, hours, days, months years, or lifes.
We are born in time,
we live in time,
and we die in time.
Time;
Always their,
and it will tell
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