Time is a twisted deceiving thing
Making you constantly turn back to the thoughts of the past
To make you drive yourself mad from all the gray faces constantly hovering behind
Forcing you to wait, ponder
Wondering which beasts will come and haunt you next
You wait for the wounds that won't heal
You watch every minute, then every second tick while you are already regretting the time you've already begun wasting
To only have you arrive wishing you had more
Time goes by no matter if you are ready for it to do so
The past does not change in consonance with our ability to accept what deeds have been done
Misused is it by trying to heal from the past you cannot change
To wait is not to live
Time gives the opportunity for great change
We will never see past our shortcomings to shift to have true advancement
Not when we have the question of, "Why"
