It scours us,

Wipes things clean.

We fear it will erase us, so

We scrape out our lives with desperate strokes

Uncaring of who we strike in the process.

We hollow ourselves out

For the empty coins of money and fame.

Desperate digging at the spaces between seconds,

Scrounging for moments and memories,

We need to stop hoarding experiences

Long enough to see our shattered fingernails.

When you can laugh at time

You’ve won the battle.

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