The past is still-born
And tomorrow is dead
All time is a fake
It lives in your head
Just choices to make
Turn left or turn right
A head or a tail -
Nothing’s wrong nor right
See – life doesn't care
If you’re here or not
Rich man or beggar
You’ll soon be forgot
It’s all ‘quantum soup’
No reason or rhyme
And nothing left after
Because - there’s no time.
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