Time of life,
Time of strife,
Time of purpose,
Time we suppose.

Nobody can tell what's behind the veil,
We don’t want to see what’s pale,
Nobody can see what's behind the door,
We’re a far cry from the core.

Someone desires to wear our shoes,
They don't want any encomium to lose,
They desire flowery days,
Can they an edging turmoil face?

We can't escape life's midnight,
Even though our chamber is pervaded with light,
Every shooting star loses its radiance,
Nature’s music ends and halts our dance.

Time is not in our hands,
Time is beyond the sands,
Time brings and it takes,
Time placates, it also quakes.

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