When ones mood lies,
We find it a surprise,
That such a possibility seems to be in attendance,
Who would have ever thought that unwillingly controlled emotions and thoughts could some how build such behavioural characteristic for the future world?
In the millisecond we think to ourselves that we are in the moment,
Living it to the fullest,
Bringing forth what no other could have brought..
Boom, that moment literally disappears,
Figuratively hands the flag to the next runner.
We don't do a single thing about it either,
We just let them be the control,
We are the constants,
Never changing, never pulling back, never saying enough is enough.
In the word 'time' the four letters stand for something amazing,
That every, still living, human should know,
'To initiate maximum effort'
That's all time is,
That's the definition of why it exists,
Every moment that you see someone asking about the time or referring to the time, it is for that sole reason.
It has initiated your effort to do what needs to be done in a certain time period given, and it works in such a devious way that, it makes you reach your max, push your hardest, show your limits that there is no limit.
We all run off of this experience in our imaginative thought process.
That whatever we are doing, saying, thinking, feeling, smelling, tasting, and becoming is what is meant to be.
We have created such a large abroad selection of selections.
We are the un-limitless ones.
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