Time, that is the way it goes*
Wherever time began, it does not stay
It pushes itself through, right on its way
Opens in one moment, gone is the next
No matter if it flies or takes a hike on its trek
But the more you look at it, as this comes true
Where did it ever go, in what you did or what you do
Dom*Colucci 2012
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