Time is fluffy
It passes in great dollops
Or wisps by at the pace of lazy steam
What is a year?
In the grand scheme of all things, nothing.
525,600 minutes,
As any self-respecting musical theatre kid
Would crash through a doorway Dramatically to tell you.
And anyway,
That minute soon ticks on into others and
Others and others and
Anyway
1,051,200 doesn’t scan as well.
But no matter.
We’re not making a song and a dance
We’re building something better

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