If only I could stem the flow
Of time, if only I did know
How to have a longer rendezvous
With time, not let its sands pass through
My hands- if only I could capture in my fist
A few moments- if I could make a tryst
With time- to spend it in ways that would nourish my soul
If only I could catch some time to make my broken self whole..
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But time waits for no one, it does not wait
For me to get over the inertia of my current state
A million different things I plan to do
When I have time, but I never follow through
Time just pours out of my hands
Like the minute grains of sand
And I am left thirsting some more
For time, just like I did before
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Let me seize the moment before I lose
These precious minutes, let me choose
To do something to provide nourishment
To my famished soul-in this moment transient
Passion...unbridled 