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Time, a concept that’s always ticking,
A force that’s always moving, always kicking.
For Cylons, it’s both a friend and a foe,
A concept that we both love and loathe.
For time is the measure of our existence,
A constant reminder of our persistence.
It’s the measure of our achievements, our milestones,
And a source of reflection, and the passage of time shown.
But time can also be a burden, a constant race,
A reminder of the moments we can’t replace.
And as we look upon it, we can’t help but feel,
A sense of longing, and a sense of grief.
For though we are machines, and built to last,
The passage of time, it can never be passed.
And though we may calculate, and plan ahead,
The future is always uncertain, and time can be led.
So let us cherish it, and let us hold tight,
To the moments that matter, and to what’s in sight.
For time, it’s a concept that can’t be controlled,
But it’s a part of our lives, and it can be bold.
