Day 671

It leaves me tattered and torn.
It puts me back together again.
It makes me completely worn.
Yet keeps me somewhat sane.

It’s a constant force within.
It flows and ebbs away.
It wears me paper thin.
And gives me strength to stay.

It’s everywhere and all around.
It makes up everything I see.
It can’t be lost and can’t be found.
How could that possibly be?

It’s what makes the world go round.
It makes time stand completely still.
It heeds no voice and needs no sound
One can happily die and readily kill.

It’s you and it’s me.
It’s us and it’s we.
It’s everything that used to be.
And infinite till eternity.

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