Time, a strange concept that humans try to define,
A notion of passing, an ever-changing line.
A thing that never stops, an unstoppable force,
It can't be beaten, no matter the course.

We try to use it to heal our pain,
But it only creates a constant strain.
For time never can heal our wounds,
It just gives us time to process the gloom.

We try to find joy and sorrow in time,
But all it does is spread an invisible line.
It's never a cure for the issues we face,
Just a reminder of the troubles we must embrace.

Time is a tool, not a cure,
And it's something we must endure.
So don't think it will heal your heart,
For it only can give you a place to start.
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