We are compelled.
We are slaves.
To the hourglass and the clocks.
Abstract but powerful enough,
to indoctrinate us.
We live by your rules.
Slaves, nothing more than mules.
Sleep when we are told.
Die when we are old.
We can only study and manage you.
Fall victims.
Time you are powerful,
Even, death is your slave.
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Flawed Portrayal
شِعرI Write For Myself, To Vent. This Might Not Make Sense. So, Read At Your Own Pleasure.
