When I check the clock and see the seconds just dip,
Another whole day disappears from my feed;
The golden sunlight starts its final trip,
And night pulls up like it’s taking the lead.
I see the flowers lose their main-character glow,
Their pretty vibes fading, gone way too soon;
The trees drop leaves like they’re letting go,
While summer gets ghosted by autumn’s mood.
Then I look at you with your fire still lit,
Your fresh energy, your dreams, your whole aesthetic;
Don’t let time swipe left and forget you exist,
Don’t let your story become just another statistic.
’Cause nothing can block Time’s savage final play—
Except what you create that outlives the day.
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