Time is not a war to be waged;
there can never be a winner.
At the end we're all the same;
the anointed and the sinner.
Take up your arms and you will find
you'll leave with less than you had;
all the fruits of your trying labor
will surely have gone bad.
Instead of changing the world around
try instead to be the change;
raise the white flag and you will earn
from a war you didn't engage.
If there's a lesson to be learned:
you need not hold the line.
All the anger and hate will depart
through the gentle surrender to time.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
Time is not a war to be waged;
there can never be a winner.
At the end we're all the same;
the anointed and the sinner.
Take up your arms and you will find
you'll leave with less than you had;
all the fruits of your trying labor
will surely have gone bad.
Instead of changing the world around
try instead to be the change;
raise the white flag and you will earn
from a war you didn't engage.
If there's a lesson to be learned:
you need not hold the line.
All the anger and hate will depart
through the gentle surrender to time.
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