Thursday, January 7, 2010

Time

Time, I hear, is the healer of all
be its slave and it will cure all
Its mighty embrace will bring solace
only to its believers, not the faithless

I'm not its worshiper, I don't believe
it does me no favours, nor gives me relief
I let grief creep into my space
then I'm the one who puts it in its place

Time, I hear, waits for nobody
It moulds you, makes you a somebody
Chase after it in a suit and a tie
follow its pace, don't let it fly by

I'll let it go by, I refuse to chase
Time's no superhero, its not an ace
I'll pave my own path, at my own pace
life's not a competition, nor a race

Time, I hear, decides the right place
it chooses the right person, the right face
be patient! just accept! for it concludes your fate
your happiness lies at the mercy of its grace

I can't submit, for time is only finite
i acknowledge my free will without respite
unclenching my fist, letting it slip away
One day I'll be gone, and time will stay.

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