A Million Hours

a million hours

a million clocks upon the shore

of a destiny 

carved of distant wood

a destiny

still weaving in your hands

a mystery 

to unfold. 

The day’s a lullaby

swiftly passing by

and the world wants to know

what’s in your song

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