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Time
Contributed by
stateofgray
on
Monday, 28th April 2003 @ 03:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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In the body and mind alike
lies the substance to every time
every minute, hour, day, century and “might.”
Indulgent to every yearning conceived; it’s sublime.
However, in spite of seeming pleasure
comes punishment and pain
at the expense of time's measure
deemed from humanity’s great vain.
In the deep and loving heart
is the desire for something greater
and in time's conception, an art
but, pursuing desire isn’t exactly safer.
Deem it safer to not desire at all?
To be safer for our sake
And not listen to our heart’s call?
Thus, regardless, time is the ultimate maker
Within our occult minds,
lies our future's ambitions,
that thing that irreversibly binds
men to their fruitful missions.
But, to reap the future, you must harvest the past.
Amidst present’s confusion
You must overcome tasks
All in time’s childish amusion.
Such is the journey of body and mind
In the grasp of time- Haunting!
Whether or not fate will be kind
It is at the discretion of time’s wanting!
Copyright ©
stateofgray
... [
2003-04-28 03:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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