To time

Time is literally the essence
a moment that makes you exist
a life nothing but a blur
adrift alone in this mist

The past is very much alive
with a future that coincides
one that is written in stone
and one that a outcome decides

Our life only but a fractions
from the eons that is time
if only we could crack the riddle
and this eternity define!

The End

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