Time
A thing that slips so fast
And becomes the past.
A thing that cannot be bought
And cannot be sought.
A thing that is priceless
And also endless.
A thing that runs the world
And makes our mind swirled.
A thing that we waste
And then make haste.
A thing with which we try to match
And a thing that we cannot catch.
A thing that is measured
And also treasured.
A thing that cannot come back
And a thing that we track.
A thing that brings mystery
And also forms history.
A thing that makes people brave
And also puts them in a grave.
A thing that makes us fall into slumber
And a thing that we want to remember.
A thing that makes us forget
And maybe regret.
A thing that is made by man
And governed by the space clan.
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