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time
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Saturday, 25th June 2011 @ 03:52:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Time.
A word that passes
Time.
A word that passes
Time.
A word that passes
repetition only seen
through the gradual achievements of man
Billions gone
Billions yet to be
Only thousands recorded.
Those that be, crave permanence
at least for their values.
Cultures do not last.
They never did.
Fear of change is fear of time.
Something we all share at some point.
As individuals
Our world will die with us-
In stages,
but will always exist for most of us...
most of the time.
Copyright ©
poeticjestix
... [
2011-06-25 15:52:20] (Date/Time posted on
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