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Errr, this is pretty wild.
Could someone tell me how this happened?
Where that construct,
the one called time,
vanished to when I was so focused
on trying to be normal?

Is it one of those monsters
that sits in the shadows upon
direct sight, but skips
and dips and plays and strays
when attention is misplaced?

They say ‘time comes for us all’,
but I say otherwise.
Time is birthed as a companion,
who lingers behind us every passing second,
drifting away to a new world in which
we were never invited,
yet most claw to breach.