For every hour gone,
Spent not appreciating that time ends,
Many years before long,
I'd have six thousand hours to continue,
Doing the 'xact same thing,
Not sure if it's disease of just my mind,
Or if everyone is the same as me,
For even those who live in the moment,
Must combine that with thought,
Forever reminding themselves that life,
Seems long, but it is not.
Well, that's a lie,
When time is infinite,
And one experiences existence,
'Long' and 'short' have no meaning inside it.
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