Time slippin through my fingers. I think one must ask where does Time go? Does Time not exist and maybe Life is sending me a Kiss? A little twisted, but yet Life is Proficient. Time, oh how you caress my "hands" and wind me up in a way that is UnEarthly! Why must we slip through the Sands of Time? TIME! Where do you come from? Is it the Imaginations of us Humans? Well I'm not quite sure, but I betcha when I do you'll be out of Time cause I found your Secret! And then Game On you son of a.... Clock! You little machine that makes me twist in the wind, always forcing me to keep your schedule! You Control and Manipulate me! In fact for that Matter the Whole World! But I'm on to you, now I don't feel like such a "victim" as when this Story first began! I am free of my wrist band and the "nasty" disfigurement it causes. Time! You will no longer slip into the future, I gotcha caught in the Present Moment waiting to serve Me and that's that!! 123456789101112
Brett "Time" Drummond
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