Time...
in a moment,
in a minute,
in a second.
It's definitive.
It's transcending.
Yet, vague.
If not, weird.
Time.
It's changing.
It's evolving.
and yet, still.
Time, it destroys what it creates.
It kills but then decomposes.
Time never stops nor rests.
It is too disciplined to its constant.
Time takes everything in its path without mercy.
It eats you alive if you are careless.
And that's how it shapes our lives, our world.
That's how it shapes our time, our existence.
We live for time.
We live under it's seconds.
We sacrifice. We worship.
We live for it's mercy.
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3. Time
Written August 14th, 2006
A contest entry
- ~Bring Me Your Treasures!~ {contest : 10} by PerfectImperfection.
300 points, ended August 16, 2006, 26 entries
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thanks for the contest. you gave great options.
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thanks for reading and commenting. appreciate it a lot.
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Deeply thought provoking sentiment; I really like what you have done with the topic. Thanks so much for entering!
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Indeed we do, great write about all of our enemy, time.
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