About time
We see each other every day
We walk past and sometimes say
hello
then we continue on our way
rarely stopping.
We gather in this same place
We fret about how much time has past
We look toward a better day
We walk on into our stuff
rarely seeing each other.
We turn around to the sound
We pass the lonely with a frown
We distance ourselves from the difference
We shun that which we do not understand
Maybe if we were to take a moment
Maybe if we were to make it to this moment
Maybe if we were able to see the soul
Maybe we'd declare that it's
About Time
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