Wednesday, September 01, 2004

 

Time

Ask yourself,
what is the most important thing
that we have, we need, we yearn

Precious time,
It consumes us, yet contains us, and controls us
We bow and listen to his commands,
following his orders, begging for mercy

Just rewards,
it's all we ask for
For him to slower his pace,
to increase it, or to stop at times

But who are we to ask?
We are but lowly slaves to our master, Time

Entrapped by his venom,
the antidote we seek, but can never find
When can we turn tables,
and be the masters of time?

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