The Passage of time
They float through the murky hallway of time as the silent wind with the future strapped inside their skin advance with the passage of time. Morning shouts at them with hope as they battle through the avenue of doubt, and we watch the horizon where the earth meet with the sun doing the circle dance with courage in their eyes.
They move through the passage of time, listening for the sound that is propping up from the ground, it is the empty sound that drives their fear, it is not the sound that you often hear, it is the sound that brings about a sudden fear, Bam! Bam! Boom! It is not the drummer beating the drum with a spoon. It is a message that reads, “Meet me at the avenue at noon."
The passage of time is cold, and the walls are filled with mold, the drapes have been hanging from the window, but no one is living there. The building is rundown and the idlers converge their whenever their spirit roam. Many people are afraid to go there for the grass has grown high, and bats fly in and out at nights and strange sounds echo from the ground.
Come with me through the passage of time, and I will show you something that will blow your mind so thread carefully on the delicate line. It is the line that no one can see and it is the line that will cause you pain and agony.
The passage of time takes you into a new world beneath the ground, where tunnels and precipice can be found; there are tunnel beneath tunnels and bedrooms and living room dwellings beneath the ground and a brand new life is waiting for you if you can swim a thousand miles beneath the sea, your spirit will be free.
The passage of time has brought me back to an island filled germs, ringworms and dirty water springing up from the well, overgrown grass, bushy sidewalks, unpaved roads and potholes lined the ground and filthy gutters laden with trash and stinky manholes fuming at the back. Jobless people roaming the street, and old men and women advance in years, complain about the quality of life there.
The passage of time is rough, the passage of time has caused the people to grumble and fuss, but on the other side of the street, the passage of time is almost complete. The quality of life is good there and they have everything that they don’t share, but the passage of time will meet you there.
The sun is still shining and the elements in the sky will not die. The sun, the moon and the stars will be there, the passage of time is here.
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