It is gone. Nothing remains
people
Time is something that moves humans.
I have wasted time: the most precious gift that is missed.
Doors tell us to push or pull;
people do no such thing.
This drive has kept me alive.
It is gone. Nothing remains
Time is something that moves humans.
I have wasted time: the most precious gift that is missed.
Doors tell us to push or pull;
people do no such thing.
This drive has kept me alive.
