Dripping from the highest skies
Are pieces of my reflection
I realize how much time’s gone by
And just how much has been wasted
I look down
I’m not sure how
The reflection is just a puddle on the ground
The sun shoots high
More time flies by
The puddle starts to rise
In waifs of steam and vapor
Gazing up
I’m looking for
The reflection that has gone twice before
It rises up
Unleashed, unbound
I finally found…
That time is never wasted
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