The lines of time crossed and tangled as they extend
Memories lose ground as the horizon steadily approaches
Our unstoppable backlog grows greater each passing day
But sands of life, not time should be measured in sunlight
Each of us innocent as the stork glides us forward
Still most just satisfied with what is presented before us
But forgotten are the simple treasures buried in these same sands
For time is ever persistent and forgets not what the truth can tell
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