Power of Time

Every day is a new day

and its better than yesterday.

Every night is a new light

with a different kind of bite.

Every year there's a new fear

that leaves you in tears.

Every week you look and seek

on top of mountains and on top of peeks

because every hour you devour

becomes your worst kind of power.

And every minute you are in it,

everything that you had, you lost it. 

Every second theres a force to be reckoned

so be careful and watch every nanosecond.

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