Time is a wandering sailor
Forever roaming across the sea.
Ever seeking the new, the unknown,
The untraveled. To be a part of
that sea.
Knowing no past. Seeking no end.
Longing to know the answers of
life.
Never caring what made it begin
To wander in space. It seeks out no
friend.
Unforgiving; moving...moving.
Running away with life and breath.
Yet giving us just enough of itself
To realize the meaning of life and
death.
To pass to posterity knowledge of
mind,
And pass ourselves to the annals of
time.
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