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How much time do I have left? I don't know,
the clock of life has no hands,
its compass is an enigma,
without touching the skin of yesterday.
The hours slip away like sand,
time runs, insatiable,
we must choose between dreams and verses,
between deep desires
and the weight of excesses.
There is no time for everything,
every choice is a sacrifice,
the lights flicker,
on the threshold of uncertainty,
I cannot catch the breeze,
nor make the sun slide,
life is a fleeting mosaic,