Friday, February 6, 2009
money is replaceable. time isn't.
I wonder the probability of the droplet hitting my hand. Maybe one in ten, or one in a hundred. In a rhythmic pattern they beat unto the ground, splitting and squirming into those ten chances, that hundred. On a lucky moment one might fall upon my hand.. absorbing into the thick layers, seeping into the bone. That hundred is chance, but time is tight. The greens will come and go, but the clock doesn't stop and before you know it you're looking at your empty hands thinking... ," What the hell did I do. "
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Wow, that was pure poetry!! I know what you mean. Time is essential but money is a luxury. You need it to waste your life away but time is what keeps you moving forward. My youth group preacher told us that when we take the time to talk with one of God's lambs, you will feel good about yourself.
what are you smokin breh....
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