I, shall rest upon the notion of no Time after Time.
Hope is the last thing I envy at this ending.
Agreeing is not necessary,
For I look for no one's input.
Persuading isn't either,
For it's of no use, I've made my mind.
Do not worry for me,
For I know my Time after Time
Will be of good use.
My memory will help those
Who put it to work.
Or it may even make a work of it's own.
I shall ask for no pity or sorrow,
For I know that tomorrow will bring
Prosperity, if not for myself,
Then for many.
I will live as though I will not wake;
And my temptations shall never break me.
For my time, I know, will not last.
You know as well as I,
We will be here until we've perished
To the hardships of our lives.
Expect nothing more, or anything less.
I do not dream of Time after Time,
For dreaming gets us nowhere.
I will not wish of eternity,
For I have no desire to see what I will become.
The only thing I wish is that I will never cause pain.
For no one will gain from
Guilt, Anger, or Sorrow.
I am not frightened,
For in truth, the time being is more frightening
Than anything that could potentially come.
So, now relieved,
I shall rest upon the notion of no Time after Time.
Hope is the last thing I shall ever envy.

This, like a Rose, is
Withered and wore.
Clinging to
The very life it's been given.
Shall it be,
Let Lone?
Left to the cruel notions
We call time?
Or in our despair for this,
Empty, lifeless Shell,
Shall we take it in,
Revitalize it?
My answer:
No.
All come to a Time where they need,
Let Lone.
To ******* and pass on to another
Prime.
This is That Time,
It shall not suffer for it knows
What is to come.
Like I, child, know what is
To Come.