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Jan 18, 2008
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Pressure Driven Man
Time is but an increment of measure
and it's restraints seem to be,
tightening and loosening it's tendrals,
contricting us as we make our way.
It is important for us to remember,
that it is we who breathe life into Time.
We are the ones who allow it to impede our way,
and pressure our lives to the point of discouragement.
So it stands to reason that only we
can starve Time of it's nourishment.
For Time has no will of it's own,
and it merely echoes our measured moments.
And when the Time that we have allotted
dissapates and fades, like smoke in the wind,
remember that the value placed upon each second,
is determined by a pressure driven man.
— docmaverick, Jan 18, 2008
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