Time [without writer’s commentary]

I try to make time my friend. Though I really only like him in retrospect.

Space brings us together, and time leaves us there.

Time persists in the cold, in winter. But Time runs wild in the spring.

Time is tricky. I don’t like him when he lingers, but I hate it when he slips away.

I am thankful for time. Though time is unpredictable, Time always tells.

Time tells us which way to go. Indeed we remain until it is time.

Time passes and soon enough we will stumble into Spring.

You can’t force time to hurry up. You cannot eat unripened fruit.

In due time, the fruit will be ready for harvest, then it is time to go ahead and gather.

Sometimes Time waits, but then again sometimes we wait

And maybe its time that we caught up with time,

and saw the future that it held on those glistening tracks of steel.

Maybe time has been wasted

When all the while time is running ahead.

Fear not, there will be time. And

We are to remain. Until it’s Time.

Time to go and help Jack with his history assignment.


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