Time.
Is there really such a thing as it?
I can't tell any longer.
Time.
This phenomenon.
Why does it exist?
Why do we cycle around it?
Without it, we would be free.
It just make chaos.
This is the ecplise.
This is upheaval.
Time waits for no one.
The sun seems so far away, and all there is left to do is run.
Is time the road that separates us all?
The path inhaled footsteps and exhaled nothing but lies.
The circle of fate never fails, the clock just keeps going down.
Wasted time is never wasted, unless you regret.
Forever or never, the decision isn’t mine.
You know, you're asking questions that should be answered.
And is this all there is to it?
Is this where all the dreams lead to?
After the dawn, it's still just another mirage of what could have been.
This is the eclipse, this is upheaval.
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