# 12041
No Time
Time fly's as though we
remain moon struck
when utterly
preoccupied,
It stops when we are
standing in line,
waiting on a
ride.
Clocks do not tell time,
they only register
events we
create,
If you couldn't think, there
would be nothing
to note or
debate.
Yorktown Disciple
Quatrain of No Time - 12041 Yorktown Disciple
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Clocks
do
not
tell
time
