Time Flies

Time flies, day by day.

It speeds and leads
to paths unknown;
It has no needs,
proceeds alone.

In between, a lovely scene:
Fine cuisine, regards with love,
Outside wind blowing, doves above.
But it keeps going, the machine.

And one might ask:
"Why so? Which way?"
I know my task,
and thoughts don't stay.

Time flies, day by day.

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