“Time waits for no one and it won’t wait for me”*
The light changes in our waking dream,
But not the number of hours in the day,
Or days in a week, or weeks in a month,
Every day holds precious moments,
Of work, consciousness, opportunity,
The continuum holds us in its fabric,
And we do not know where we will go,
When we step across the space,
Filled with stars and focusing lights,
But we move onward, toward the reality,
Of new possibilities.
Rolling Stones said that*
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