Life, Time, and Space
Life just flys,
so quickly by.
So fast, that it makes my eye
think about other’s lives, that I hate to pry.
Others lead me to the moon
and then to great outer space, around the time of noon.
I trace the thoughts of being a loon,
because all I see is black liquid with sugar sprinkles in a laced up silver spoon.
“Life, time, and space” I sigh,
“I wish it was a lie.”
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