Time! so much, so little. Why must it be measured? life moves with the sun, changes with the seasons. All the redundant possibilities measuring time, life go's on pressing forward to dust and faded memories the trumpet blows in the end, ending our time, so it is said. {chuckle!} time moves forward always, wars, storms, destruction, plague's, famine, chaos. the coming of heaven the rise of hell. Through love, hope, friendship, humanity, time stays its course passing without thought or concern that it has been weighed and measured, lost or found. enjoy the time you have before it passes.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Time! so much, so little. Why must it be measured? life moves with the sun, changes with the seasons. All the redundant possibilities measuring time, life go's on pressing forward to dust and faded memories the trumpet blows in the end, ending our time, so it is said. {chuckle!} time moves forward always, wars, storms, destruction, plague's, famine, chaos. the coming of heaven the rise of hell. Through love, hope, friendship, humanity, time stays its course passing without thought or concern that it has been weighed and measured, lost or found. enjoy the time you have before it passes.
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