Running Late
Fear and guilt are my two burdens in a sad round about. I circle in this consistent folly yet I am sure the time will give way...
Life is vital for time giving to anything after all ...
To rob the pure vital light one consumes....
Living long or not if time revealed anything it was certainty ...
The cursed malady of ailing life is time revealing death to soon
...
For what time reveals is that people are in a state of mind which see's or doesn't...
I am waiting on my revelation to my self...
I pray I can be wise or a fool I am....
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