86.

I think too much

And with comes a distrust of time

Because time is always leading

To be chased and never caught

And thinking too much wastes too much

And once wasted it’s never reclaimed

It’s gone

And time forgets

So all we thought

Is nothing except the scattered ashes of yesterday

Blown away in the winds of time

Forever

Lost.

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