It's a broken shoe lace,
A crooked frame,
Boiling water
Bubbling over the ***,
When everything thing
That was
Never fine,

Becomes clear.

There's always time
For change.
There's always time
For forgiveness.
People just don't want to take time,
Like it will be:
Too hot or too cold
To the touch.

Reach out for time.
Make time.
Run around time.

Let not time control you, goad you, or stop you.

It is
A

Concrete yet intangible

Thing.

All we can do
Is see it's minuscule effects
On the ones

We hold dearest, closest, nearest.

All people are born to die.
All people who are born
Deserve to live.
All people who live have the right
To live in freedom.

The only chains that bind us
Are the ones
We tie

Ourselves.

But accept that true freedom
Is impossible.
Even the birds who fly
Are chained to the limits
Of the skyway.

Let life run through
Let it be the blue of the oceans
The green of the forest
The golden stretch of all canyons
The blackest night
And the lightest morning.

Let life run through you,
And may you always

Run

With

Life.