Seconds to minutes to hours to days.

The times of our lives are fleeting in ways.

Where do they start, where do they begin?

How soon will come the inevitable end?

If life starts at insemination.

Why do we measure our lifeline from the moment of birth?

Some take the fast lane, some the slow roll.

All headed towards the same goal.

Living in the moment, till life is cut short.

Taken too soon, at one or one hundred.

Seconds drag on, while years flash by too fast.

The times of our lives last as long as they last.

No one may know, none can predict.

If the next moment brings the clocks last tick.

 

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