Time...what is time? is it a being that watches us? A beast that drives us? Is it the key to immortality, or its downfall? Can you travel it like a road, or bend it to your will like the ox of the field? Is it everpresent like a rock, or as slippery as vapor? Does it Change like the ocean, or remain constant like the stars? Can you talk to it as you would a friend, and will it answer back? will it demand payment, or give gifts? Does it favor few above others...Does it care of us at all?
Whirls of Color on Wings of time,
The eye of Him whose heart Devine
A simple act, nothing more
will break you through the timely door
to wich what creature does await?
Bird, fish, fowl, or bait?
Few can see, the leaf, the wing
the eye of time, so small a thing.
~Me again
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