"Time is on my side, yes it is!"
Almost everyone that has stepped foot into my home gets flustered because they can't see a clock anywhere.
"Throw that time right out the window!"
Watch the time fly!
I hate having a ticking clock in my face, like some ticking time bomb!
I've seen my life ticking down at deathclock.com, funny site yet spooky.

It was almost, some what traumatizing watching my life count down on numbers.

Each setting sun fading into the darkness.
The circle of life, where will we go, only time will tell my friend.
Is time eternal for us, for our very souls?
Will the electric energy that sparks us life never die?
The numbers, can our very lives be worked into an equation that ultimately becomes 0,I wonder.

Time is my friend for now. It's one of the only friends I have.
It's always there for me, time is of the essence of the hour.
Time gives us power, we waste it away.
O, I'm just killin time for now, "Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock".

I will live on through time in my children, that is if time doesn't run out for mankind all together."Ding dong the witch is dead, the wicked witch".
Has time made me crazy, will time take away my mind?
Somebody make that wretched ticking go away...Pause the time will ya.
Wouldn't it be grand to have your very own remote control, rewind, fastforward.

Maybe the time machine is of existence and curious minds playing God have screwed everything up.
It's too late to go back anymore isn't it? It will only make matters worse.
I guess we shall never know, or will we.
May my time be as sweet as can be, and blessed be.
Each day is passing away, I'm running out of time. Everything feels so stagnated, time has me trapped. Time the ultimate ruler, I bestow my grace upon thee.

Time has made a wicked pain in my neck, as time will torture my bones.
The times of the season taken for granted, our we all blind?
Can we not see that time is not always on our side and we must make the most of it.
The wrinkles on my body of hard work, effort, and time.
Memories now scared, takes me back to another place and time.

This moment to that moment, who will come knocking on my door tonight?
What have I done with my self today, did I spend my time wisely?
My children's lives growing each day, they embrace in a hole other world.
They have no relativity to time, they only know what it's like to be alive.
Time has made us all rotten perhaps.
Time is killing us.

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