Temperance

Dear time I beg you , please let me go It hurts to walk yesterday’s path . Reliving pain when I don’t want to, Rocking my life over and over on chairs of stone the devil sat . There was weird time when to remember caused a reaction and brought me back to sweeter pastures , to warmer suns. But to remain poses the danger of slowly drowning in shallow segments ; in doubtful seconds , where to be lied is liberating. Let me move forward lord of the ages, grant me a space between dimensions where I can ride with any Planck . Reset my soul , with the illusion of your continuum , each moment different , yet never changes .