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What time is it?

I often ask myself.

I tried smashing the hands

and destroying its face

to freeze it in a moment.

It eludes me,

it continues to flow like a river of sand.

I tried controlling you,

by changing your features.

By reversing your hands.

But you forever slip through my fragile grip.

I tried hiding from your face.

Under the covers of my dreams.

Yet you continually appear to me like an oasis,

disappearing and re-appearing to quench my thirst.

I leave my house to avoid you

but you show yourself again.

The children playing in the streets,

the man with the graying hairs in the office,

the flower that dies in the August rain.

I’ll just close my eyes forever

to live in a dream,

to hide from your hideous yet wonderful face.

But then again..

I could’ve missed out on the beauty

that You’ve seen.