I live and die, as time parts,
Into two separate things,
It becomes music,
And Wisdom.
It parts so gently, you cannot see,
How beautiful,
How wonderful,
The gap so small.
I wonder how the time is bought,
How is it we all dream
Of saving time?
What’s the point in saving time?
Where does it go?
What becomes of it?
It leaves only a broken wreck,
Of shattered dreams,
And torn hearts.
How do we justify,
The decisions we make
To save time,
Like droplets of
Precious water?
How do we know when
We’ve saved enough?
Time is Wisdom,
And Wisdom is money,
How strange the turn of things,
When you think about,

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