Tick Tock
It taunts you, this ghost
No one has it
No one really owns it
Yet everyone uses it
It's precious
Some say it's money
It's not even a physical thing
It is what makes up all the space around us
Outer space, too
Past, present, and future
Everyone runs out of it eventually
No one has it
No one really owns it
Yet everyone uses it
It's precious
Some say it's money
It's not even a physical thing
It is what makes up all the space around us
Outer space, too
Past, present, and future
Everyone runs out of it eventually
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