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Apr 2013
Time
That time yesterday
A different time today
Awaiting a better time tomorrow
Time forever
While I live
After I am dead
Its significance swallowing
The insignificance that is
My life and being,
The only significance that defines me
And yet time takes control
Leads me to this path unknown
Leaves me helpless
To figure out
If it’s time that’s destroying me
Or leaving me to shape
My future
My time
The better time that awaits
Forever in my tomorrow.

-Sprishya
Sprishya
Written by
Sprishya  M/Minneapolis, MN
(M/Minneapolis, MN)   
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