We never have enough of it.
You don't have it, you make it.
Once wasted, you never get it back.
Invested wisely, it generates more.
It stops for no man, nor for any woman for that matter.
Yet a glimpse of that special someone is all you need to stop it.
Spend it with your loved ones,
And you get back happy memories.
We measure it, yet we never hold it.
We can capture moments, yet it still eludes us.
It's our master, we're it's slaves.
Because we allow it to be.
Time!
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