Sometimes the clock moves so slow.
With every tick, pain flow.
Why does the creation move so gradual?
Years it takes for change to be observable.
The needle has its distinct traits.
The more you observe it, the more it waits.
Oh, what a wonder, what a mystery!
Each eye perceives the speed so differently.
Time and again, we try to free.
But when will we just let it be?
And as we look behind, we expose a trick.
The present is slow, but the past moved pretty quick.
Not so long back, the events created fury.
But now all that exists is a fading memory.
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