Time Speaks
Ever-changing
Life seems to be
Embrace it not
Or sing with glee
To move on to the next chapter
Can mean a brighter day
Or it can prove
The life you choose
May seem to fly away
And when that bird
Is finally free
Only then, the meaning speaks
For a wise man once wrote
Atop the sky
In fields of dreams and butterflies
That humans shall have the voice
That can carve mountains into shrines
I pray that fate
Can take my feet
Or drag me by the collar
When the raven crows
And, so it goes
The dove is ever squandered
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