“A Tale of Time” A lyrical literature by JUNIOR MCDANIEL

You're centuries ago, yet lifetimes to come.

you're worlds away so few to none, and so you have become-

-Immortal by soul, the mind and body bind into one.

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Time; such a relevant, delicate, chaotic and maleficent space.

For time cannot be bought, borrowed, saved, or replaced;

yet we can count on time all in the same.

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Taken for granted handed he seconds, or minutes, or hours or days.

-The weight you’ve been handed and taken in vain a title gender, a story, a name.

More value than glory, status or money & fame.

In thoughts between memories in love and in pain.

In conscience corrupted conjures up in insidious ways..

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-You are centuries ago, but still lifetimes to come;

and when all that you know has counted backwards to one…

-you will count only in essence of the things you have done.

So dance in the rain, and chase down the Sun.