Time Contraction

Though years advance more quickly now,
and change is rare to find,
I comprehend in manners how
to exercise my mind.
A lot of it’s vicarious
and much is self-assigned
(there’s nothing that’s nefarious;
I’m neither deaf nor blind).
I practice language in my tongue,
with Spanish intertwined;
I exercise and dwell among
the sweets of humankind.

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