When Time comes
WHEN Time comes,
We will be waiting
We WILL be waiting,
For we know nothing else
Or so we are told.
Taught to fear time
Right from the start,
To regret mistakes,
To not be idle.
I want to know,
What Time does,
To gain this stature,
And grow our fear.
I’m not afraid,
I refuse to be,
For Time is nature,
And is nature not beauty?
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