Waiting is the most heinous thing that time does,
For it gives one hope,
Hope that may never appear,
Hope that may never show.

Dreaming is the most beautiful thing that time does,
For it gives one a sense of escape,
Escape from a world that does not love,
Escape from a place that does not have such landscapes.

Forgiving is the most difficult thing that time does,
For it allows one to pass on,
Pass on from their feelings of ill-will,
Pass on from their feelings of wanting to be gone.

Falling is the most simplistic thing that time does,
For it gives one relief,
Relief that their world may end,
And that their time is complete.