Change is a thief in the night.
A cruel mistress who will never indulge,
In the sweetness of remaining.
Letting the sun stay frozen in her rays.
Finding fulfillment in the moment of being fulfilled.
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“Let us stay here!” they all cry, the people of time.
Forgetting that change makes no stops,
And never backtracks to rewind.
The uncertain unbelief time cherishes,
Forges its way into the souls of those content with waiting.
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Forcibly the world moves on,
Pillaging the people of time.
The tide of the ocean washes away the life in the brook.
Engulfing in her flair the wind whistles away her wishes.
Thievery isn’t always a punished crime.
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