Time Does Not Stop
It is morning somewhere
and this is not a hypothetical statement.
Time does not stop.
You can count on that.
I reach out to the clouds
with all the fingers from each hand.
I look at the ants carrying building materials
while the sun sets
after another day wasted.
I hear the buzz of a bee screaming at me.
and this is not a hypothetical statement.
Time does not stop.
You can count on that.
I reach out to the clouds
with all the fingers from each hand.
I look at the ants carrying building materials
while the sun sets
after another day wasted.
I hear the buzz of a bee screaming at me.
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