Time runs stupid
I chase it
And each day should last the same
Amount of hours.
Yes I measure it differently.
Long days see grass and laughters
Sorry days dispense frustration and enigmas.
I measure counting achievements
I score myself on a scale that does not exist.
My hours are mine,
I count them in units
Made from what I value.
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I love this one. It says it perfectly, how our time is our own internal story at its own pace.
It seems that way as well