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Time oozing over the edge

lost in the tranquility of the sea.

So many shapes and forms,

traveling from point A to B.



All lost in the immediate,

not caring of what's yet to come.

Not realizing they travel through time,

blind to the reality of life's gift.



One day it will be too late,

we'll wish that the journey slowed.

We all at some point will wake,

to find that the clock has stopped.