To wake holds

it own challenge –

like an unremembered dream

that seems to mean nothing:

its hollow space

fills the emptiness.

Time does not

think for itself,

yet remains free

as free can be:

never shirks responsibility,

nor is ever late.

Can time ever be satisfied?

How empty it must feel

to never succeed in being filled.


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