Day 7 of expressing myself until I posted the interview with @plebpoet

we have many years, but we don't have many days as years become days in someone else's ears the past becomes the time of someone else's ways

time keeps us in check but is also the ultimate wreck time keeps us moving forward without being our ward

we value inscriptions in our heads but we don't in our chains have we made our beds or are we still looking for our brains?