Time
As we travel the road,
of the future to come,
winding, and rocky,
back to where we're from.
Many a trial,
and many a test,
will weed out the mistakes,
so one can be their best.
Torment, and tears,
one is bound to endure,
just a reality,
this is almost for sure.
Control for some,
is their way of life,
until their captive,
sees the light.
Then, and only then,
will one truly know,
the reason for this journey,
as time will always show.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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