John

Instead of seeing me as I am today all you see is who I used to be. The person I used to be is not the man I am today. Time leaves a brutal scar on us all, separating one from another. With life comes death, with death comes an end, in the end we all the same, dead and forgotten. Time cares not who we are, time cares not what mark we leave on society, time will erase every last trace, time does not care who you are, time will erase us all.