You only get one time.
One time with every friend.
From here to there a one-way line,
Just one line from start to end.
I took my time
To realise this well known fact,
That there's really no way to rewind.
And to what once was, you can't go back.
You don't step in the same river twice.
It is gone and so are you.
We find ways to go on with our lives,
And the river of time finds its way too.
We often speak of killing time,
But time is a great killer as well.
Quite impartial in its crimes,
For better or for worse, only time will tell.
It can kill things like hope, love, and joy,
But can also send to their graves agony, grief, and pain.
It can make you feel like a puppet master's tethered toy,
But in time, also free you and still keep you sane.
Time sees everything happen in all its glory.
Once upon a time, then again, now, and later,
Sees it all unfold, story after story.
Though some remain untold, some tickets unsold in the grand theatre.
The same story one more time,
In the time so little of which is mine.
Isn't it about time to step out of line?
Isn't it always just about time?
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