Time's flying by, like a bird through the powder blue sky.
And I'm just a slow-moving cloud, staying still.
Time's floating by, a great oceanliner crossing the sea.
While I sit on the deserted island nearby, watching.
Time's a leaf plucked free from its branch by the cool winter breeze.
While I stay attached to the aspen, hanging limply.
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