Theory of time is the sought-after thought.
Broken hours are the in between dreams.
Living in seconds until death, we fought.
Wasting away, waiting for years to rot.
Week by week, in which we seek, is the theme.
Waiting for the clock, to give us a shot.
And right before you died, you almost caught.
It was almost over, you saw the scheme.
And you had reconsidered what they had taught.
And the time spent living, but never bought.
Living life in walls is how it may seem.
And die, bringing the life you never brought.
The late and slow clock, mock the distraught.
The future is extreme, past is supreme.
Calendar shadows a very deep thought.
Living from past to future, die you ought.
A wrinkle in time, death stitches the seam.
The ticking time is the precedent thought.
Living in seconds until death, we fought.
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