It can be odd to accept certain things that certain people do; things you wouldn't think. 
And why do we live in moments that go by like a blink.
Your turn, my turn, we all go round and round,
To this one life only we are forever bound.
Know what you don't already know and be inspired by the knowledge not looks. 
Time can seem fast, time can seem slow, if we aren't living in it, we ought to be shook. 
Leaving you with a clue to my shameful cue; be not what you think but what space intends.