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We sit with in these four walls A prison of our own imperfections Won't and one hear our calls? Our sanity is at stake! These questions fill my mind in this unbound void starting with one statement- This place is endless If a place is endless then how can time be endless? is it only empty? If time is empty how do we run out of it? Since we can't run out of time, why do we rush to become now, what we shouldn't be until tomorrow? But then again, how do we know what will happen tomorrow? Will we live or die? If we die, what will happen? whats next? What if we left something unfinished? Can we ever fix it? So then bo we really have as much time as we think? But that brings me back to the question If time is empty how do we run out of it? Is there no answer? We are stuckin these four walls A prison of our own imperfections
