Unrelenting Time

September 30, 2010
Sands of time
A ticking rhyme
A hand
A chime
Sun will Rise
Only to fall
Bring the moon
A Gods call
Life will move
Never stop
Lives come
Lives leave
Life is again reborn
Enternal is real
But to us its a cruel joke
If there waits an end
We will not be there holding that crown
Our foot prints erased by time
Its the sand that survives
A speck
A crumb
A cell
A single atom
And even then theres time
The unending tick
The master of out minds
Of the way we live
What we live
Where we live
It holds the power
Any moment
Time can be cut short
Too late
Too soon

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