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Monday, August 2, 2004


My poem.


Time goes by.
Time, time. Its rhyming with the world. Don't you see how the timing and how it is rhyming with the world. Goes round' round'. Around. By. By you. By him. By her. It fly's past you. And you don't seem to care except when it involves you. You notice it then don't you. Time is just a word. Its not a fact. No one is perfect. No one is smart "enough". We humans can't possibly tell when something is or when something is not. We must catergorize this into a word called "Time". It helps. It help us. Nothing else. Everything else goes with time. But time is not something that is there. Just the word that shouts out: :HUMANS!! HUMANS CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHEN SOMETHING IS AND WHEN IT IS NOT!!!. That is what it says. To everthing else that is. Humans. We. We Humans, don't know. We don't pay attention to what is around us. That is why we don't know. Does a dog wonder what time he will arrive on the street. No. Not that his mind can't process it. Just that he is not curious as to why he cannot get there faster or slower. He just goes. And so Time. Time. It will go but we will never know. Us. We. Humans. Us Humans. We Humans. We extremely pitiful, underdeveloped in the way life should go, humans. And so Time goes by.....



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