The Bringer of Light,
Time walks with a steady pace
Through a darkened path.

A careful shuffle,
His light is more than a guide:
It is a haven.

Some dally behind:
Don't they understand the fact
We are made to die?

Some rush before him:
They meet the darkest hallows
And lose their way home.

Some walk beside him:
Only they can see the light
And find their way home.

You cannot rush Time;
You cannot slow him either:
You only follow.