The day, the month, the reminder of the day you came into this world.
This time to see how cruel or kind life has been.
We try to figuire it out like some puzzle, some invisible observer laughs at our efforts.
Glorious times, this date, look back and pine or grab your passions from your inklings.
Glorious times, many tears, adolescent years. Steering toward fatherhood or motherhood. Show your sons the world.
Minutes fall, hesitation calms us, feel and ponder let the hours drain away today.
Somewhere warm and comfortable, a place for you.
Conquer decades, look back and forward. Upsets, satisfaction, some value in every sensation.
Out of doubts let new hopes hatch, life wears us through it´s contrasts, it´s reality and it´s illusions.
It´s hardness and softness. The way it begs us to feel.
Why is time at the center of our universe?
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