Time crawls by,
Sometimes faster than expected.
What we feel living in the moment,
Turns with the tides unrelenting.
Paradox perhaps,
An opposite of oneself.
No one can tell,
What differences born within.
Time distorts and frames,
Emotions somehow claimed.
Reach down by your own,
Or is it by a different hand?
The difference in a few clicks,
Cannot comprehend by the thousands.
A force so powerful yet subtle,
Sneaking up behind your lids.
Whether eyes are darkened or enlightened,
With either memories painful or happy,
Satisfaction blooms from the base of progress.
What was achieved?
Even with sad goodbyes,
Created by a pool of sadness.
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