TimeTime and time again, we question our own timesTime6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
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We find and find and find but cant ever find out why.
We question thought but escalade through our very rhyme,
Time is always infinite until the day we die.
Because of its infinity, were taught young to rely,
For those without the time can have their peace and sound.
While the timed hurry to their doors, panic in their eye,
The timeless breathe in the air, and stare at what theyve found.
We, the timeless, now have more room for thought.
As the timed ones tick and tick away their time to live,
Fretting over questions that the timeless have already sought.
When time is