Time in a bottle will get stale.
Drink it before the expirations date passes.
Wait, time doesn’t fit in bottles.
Time doesn’t actually expire either.
You can save time or kill it.
People expire. Everyone dies.
People have only so much time to live.
So, if the “bottle” here represents the time each of us have before we die,
I suppose that makes sense.
Fresh time.
Basically, this means “Don’t waste time.”
But why not just say that in the first place?
Why come up with a poetic chorus?
It can put people off or just go over their heads.
People are busy living their lives.
Why do you have to sing and stylize figurative language?
OK, to be fair, it’s a decent metaphor.
Figures of speech are fine for entertainment value
or, at best, temporary inspiration.
But they don’t really help you in everyday life.
Maybe they provide a spark of motivation.
I don’t know.
Maybe I’m being too negative: but who really gives a shit?
Time in a bottle will get stale. Sure.
What do I know?
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