Time

Time flies on wings
Gliding high above
in your every dream
Flashing down the valley
when you're in a hurry

Or gently moving on
In your daily life
Actually all the time
Be it spurt or slide
Make it fast or slow
It isn't really so

Time, it keeps on passing
At it's steady rate
It ain't slow or speeding
That just was our imagination

by tom thump

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