what does it mean when it's too much? too late?
or something too soon?
balancing the will with the muscle, the thought with the hand, who wins?
is it time? or is it he who walks steadily alongside the will, the muscle, the thought and the hand? or is he indeed the very one who triumphs all the time?
has he lost? on rare occasions, he loses in a nick of time; slips and falls by a mere second, by his own hand of time.
or are we the one who has lost? but how much is gained?
even dead still air, is time.
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