The Best of Time, the Worst of Time
Its funny how people say Time flies
When I try to watch him, he just stood still
I belive he heals all wounds
But people always say they are just trying to kill Time
It doesn't seem quite right
I heard there is no Time like the present
I always think of him in the past
They say he changes everything
But i've always found him to be more constant
Maybe even repetitive
He can be silent, but he also speaks
He can love, and he can hate
He is in war, but also in peace
I think I heard that somewhere...
People say there is never enough of him
Maybe I will feel the same when my Time comes
Or perhaps, when Time comes for me
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2010
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