Time goes. It flys and zooms. It leaves, and where does that leave me? Do I let time move me across the shore of life? Do I let time move me? Or do I hold fast, as an anchor in the sand. Do I allow it to pass me by? Time moves as a current in the ocean. Do I puff my sails and let it take me, or am I persistant, pushing against it in an ever loosing battle. Time- life is full of it. Do I embrace it? Or do I live in fear, fearing that there is never enough. Do I love? Do I laugh?...Do I forgive? One day, time will be gone. Where will it leave me?
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