Faster than a fruit fly,
Assuming they have no goals in their life,
Or experience time,
Understanding that they don't mate for life,
Or, at least, that they try,
That they have no connection to their kids,
Or that they've never asked the question why.
A fruit fly has never looked at its past,
Wondering where it's gone,
The hopes, the dreams, and assumptions it had,
Of gaining great fortunes.
Granting all that,
We exist a few days,
While fruit flies trudge through an eternity,
Not appreciating the games time plays.
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