it's gettimg late let's not waste
a dime of time what is the secret
what's the mistery about history
who's story is really who is it about
if we don't know what it is and
how much we have on hand how
do we know we running out of it
do we stand in line to get more
time do we think we're running
out of time how did we spend
the time we were given did we
make good use of it did we spend
it fivolously on foolishness did we
spend it with those who matter
the most or tithe a tenth of it to
get the holy ghost did we waste
it on those who not worth a cent
of it if we believe it's running out
if we knew there would be non
left tomorrow how much more
do we borrow do we know why
we need it if we get more how will
we invest it this time if we know it's
all an illusion do we sit and chat
with Ms Minutes about father time
and all his minions covet a rich man
and his billions when it's more
valuable than anything tangible
we can't hold it in our hands we
can't hold it like a fan flex it on
the gram we can't use it for clout
we can't save it to keep it from
running out we can't fold it and
put it in our pocket but make no
mistake about time it can be taken
as far as we know what we believe
don't exist what if it's a prism
were in like a prison we're in
like the person we're in a vessel
we're in until the pitchure fall
out the frame blow out the candle
flame when our time is near the
end when it's all spent we're
down to the last cent we see the
end we keep on asking for more
of it we need more time to live
we got more in us to to give to
this life we're in we want to see
seed we scattered to set somthing
in motion we want to see it growing
we beg for more time on this planet
to enjoy the garden while we can still
smell the scent of beautiful flowers
and sweet cinnamon a second a minute
more hours more months more
years to shed more tears face more
fear hear more rumors of war cover
up scars not even knowing what we
been fighting for give me more of
all I ever had and all I ever known
"do we believe we're entitled to live"
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: In time, we live until we die. Meantime, let us live our time engaged in labors of love. It is in doing so that we're entitled to love. ONE. Peace and Love. |
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Sassy says: The power of now, knowing the sweetest things are the simplest. NIce write |
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