Time holds answers to questions not asked
It holds the future
and all our past together
Time gives us healing,
from all things hidden deep in our hollow minds
It clouds memories with lies created to satisfy us
It is said to have no end or beginning
But somehow seems to run out with death.
Time balances reality
Binding good and bad threads of order
© INNOCENT MESHACK
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