Time
Time ticks by, an endless fading of lives awry.
Time kicks and spins, but we never know where it begins.
Time breeds pain and heartbreak, but not just that.
Time breeds love and faith, and gives itself to people meant for something great.
But it can never give enough.
Not for love, for hate, even for people who do what’s great.
Time never has enough to give, never enough to take.
Time is imbalanced, some say time is a concept, “fake.”
But time is real. Time is inevitable. The Norns weave our fates,
Cut the threads that no longer serve any purpose.
They do it not out of hate, but duty.
And truly, most times, they do us a service.
Cherish your time.
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