Time is an unknown traveler
Who passes through our lives.
Rumored to know our destinies,
He does not speak, or look a single soul
In the eye. His destination, they say,
Is eternity. His origins, they say,
Are divine. He comes and goes
In perfect silence and perfect peace.
You reach out to touch him, but
He is too swift. You call to him,
But he is deaf. You watch him rise
Upon un-scalable heights
And like the sun falling in the West
He disappears, and does not look back.
Who passes through our lives.
Rumored to know our destinies,
He does not speak, or look a single soul
In the eye. His destination, they say,
Is eternity. His origins, they say,
Are divine. He comes and goes
In perfect silence and perfect peace.
You reach out to touch him, but
He is too swift. You call to him,
But he is deaf. You watch him rise
Upon un-scalable heights
And like the sun falling in the West
He disappears, and does not look back.
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