Imagine a glowing ethereal clock.
Akin to Big Ben.
It’s that time again.

Time to sow.
Time to reap.
Never any more time to sleep.

Seven past midnight.
Chiming thunder.
Hearts ring, the kingdom’s asunder.

Will you take time?
Pull yourself from this slime?
Forgive others, pity for a dime.

Cast cares, worries and past regrets.
Time’s here, throw them to the sunset.
Twilight surfing, the time is coming.


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