I've never noticed yet
The feeling that I get
As time keeps on
The changes in my face, visible at times
Showing the cracks of regret
The scars of my crimes
I change little by little
Like a piece of fleshy wood, I'm wittled
Down to the core of myself
The foundation of my race
The star dust from space
Even as I write this
Time continues to exist
It moves on
Forward through dawn
I can't stop it, maybe no one can
But I'm on of few whose a fan
Time moves forward
Even when we do not
Very little time goes by
To act on a thought
Because a moment
Is almost nothing more
Then a notch one a clock
An a hesitant knock
On death's door
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