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Where did all of the Time Go?
Days pass by as I count to three,
So many places I’ve traveled, numerous people I’ve seen,
Yet I have no recollection of leaving my sweet sanctuary,
Wrapped up in a nightmare, but maybe it’s a dream.
Time keeps moving on and on, the clock ticks all the seconds away,
If this is true then why do I feel as though I’m still living yesterday,
Where did all of the time go? How did I end up here?
Seated at this empty table, a puzzle is the map,
Where did all of the time go? Last time I checked I was unfamiliar with alone.
One.
Yet it invited itself to a hollow dinner on Shagbark Drive,
Only to be surprised, as it arrived, to find no company where misery’s rival used to dwell.
Two.
If trust is the basis of our society, then where does all of this deception come in to play?
What is a lie? A modification of the truth? A novel strung by lips?
So we can live the lives we create?
The lines of reality blur together with fictional boundaries.
Everyone plays a character in the endless story called life,
Time holds the parchment, as our actions hold quills and ink,
Democracy, based on all the values we teach are wrong with a slap on the wrist,
Does not prevent politicians from building their empires on hypocrisy.
Three.
Although lives may slip away forever, often no one ever notices,
Those who are still a part of it all, who slip away.
Where did all of the time go? How am I still here?
