there was a time
when
there was time
to do
the things you were meant
to do.
plenty of hours
on the clock.
pages on the calendar.
no matter how
swiftly the seasons
went by, there was still
time.
still enough days
ahead of you
to do all of those
things
you wanted to.
tomorrow was always
close by,
just around the corner,
almost
in reach, almost
there, before you die.
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