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Time...After Time



We only see thru the mirror but dimly, though there will come a day when we will see clear the road before us, but not this day.
We run, we plan, we win, we lose, and curse time for never giving us enough of itself…but it never gave us less.
Considering none to be superior to its grip, it moves along in rhythm, dreaming, scheming, stealing, and giving. Whispering ‘Youth is fleeting’ or so it’s been said, but is not time also that is ill spent?
It whispers quietly in our youth, laughing at the pace in which we live; obscure to reason. Yet it screams within itself the warning that too soon for some the hands will stop.
Time is elusive, yet ever present, demanding, yet forgiving, sometimes, ere’ to repeat itself to damnation. 
We have run the same road over and over, repeating the ill choices and reaping the ill caused. 
Yet one should ponder this; what would be the consequences if one were to possess the ability to capture it? To see its path and direct it, leading it to its place with care and purpose as the tamer leads the lion, or so tries. And yet the lion’s jaws are ever waiting to free itself from the burden of the one wielding the whip. 
What impact would it have on those unfortunate enough to get swept into his grasp? The devious and evil thoughts soon desired would only be a wisp away, lust fulfilling lust. Lives manipulated into painful roads that bring anguish, negating the desires of those who take their own steps.
To what end does this desire cease? Destruction is its only friend, and the grave its destiny, and yet it still repeats…time after time.

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