Time & Slavery – A Poem

We move as time does
mere slave to its rhythm 

There is a constant race, 
to follow its instructions
but none reach to their destinations

There is time, but a concept as a dimension 
the boundaries are defined for us sapiens

Someday we could set free ourselves
from this tiring cyclical circus!

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