Friday, April 25, 2008

One Moment

Time is so precious,
It doesn't matter the age.
Society does not demand more of it,
Moments are always dearly paid.

That's why most people think nothing of it.
The stress of it passing is too much,
If you consider your time wasted,
And who does not?

Who doesn't consider their potential wasted?
The blame not necessarily landing,
On themselves, but on the demands of the world,
Being as unfair as can be.

But it's alright,
There's always another moment on the way.
Even when you die, I believe your very last one,
Lasts an eternity.

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