Capturing Time

I found scratches on the surface of time

So I peered through

Finding a ticking heart of numbers

I plucked one from the mass

Holding it... tight fisted

Hoping it would cause time to stand still

But another formed in its place

As I opened my hand

The number I had been gripping disappeared

Time will always continue to move forward

No matter how hard we fight

What is... just is

Dana

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