WHERE DOES TIME GO
Does it hide in the secret parts of tomorrow?Waiting for that certain hour to bring us sorrow?
Or does time go into the far reaches of hell?
With memories of long ago,
In which we too often dwell..
Does time cover itself,
In blankets of lovely hues?
Hiding itself within yesterdays youth?
We never seem to recognize time,
Though it's always right before us,
It slides upon us slowly...
And stabs our hearts with a thrust !!
Time is the KING of our destiny !!
From our beginning to our very end...
We foolishly think we've got control,
Yet where time goes?
None of us can folllow in...
Again I ask...
Where does time go???
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