I present to you... a riddle
What is new, yet old. Frozen, not cold.
What touches all, with no fingers. What affects the mind, but never tinkers.
What can you not see but know, what can you search for... and find?
What I bring to you today is a riddle that knows not the bounds of your heart, your soul or your.... mind if I sit here a while and whisper sweet nothings to you. Tell you everything will be alright as we crawl along this path filled with knives ready to stab not our hearts... but our minds?
I see you over there, ready to face the world as it tries to fight you, lives to smite you, yet breathes... to incite you.
I see you over there with that dream on your shoulder; thinking of standing up it to aim for higher, maybe dare for greater, and at times believe... in the creator.
Yet, as with anything else...we can’t move forward until we answer the crux of the rhyme
Who...am...I?
I can be your climb, I am here for your prime, I will flavour your *** like the best of granny’s thyme...
Who am I?...
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Time