Time
Time is never ending
It just flows above and below us
Never tiring, never stopping
It is just a cruel phantom who mocks us
We are in its grasp
Never able to escape
We are born just so that we can die
Time knows this, thus its mocking stance
We can never escape our past
For time will surely hold us to our unspoken truth
We can never be truly free
For we shall always be time's prisoner
True, the prison we find ourselves are of our own making
But who holds the power of the unforgettable truth
Of memories best left forgotten
Who keeps us from forgetting
Who holds us prisoners of our own making
Copyright © Liza Lara | Year Posted 2006
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