Time (for 5.17.13)

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Caught. Strangled. Bound by the schematic we call time. The sun rising and setting categorized by the span of an hour, a tick of a second. Our breaths and tears, our smiles and fears confined to the days, the waking and sleeping we call life. Our circadian rhythm may tell us when to sleep or rise, but our alarm clocks tell us the time even when while we sleep. The seasons change, leaves fall, flowers grow; all marked by days and years. We are born and we die, but time continues.

And the golden hands of the clock keep ticking.