Move On
The hands of time are always turning
No matter how much you wish for them to slow.
All you can do is act upon the time that is set before us
And plant the seeds of fate that will grow
Into something bigger than what you are or will be.
If you don't you will never be set free...
No matter how much you wish for them to slow.
All you can do is act upon the time that is set before us
And plant the seeds of fate that will grow
Into something bigger than what you are or will be.
If you don't you will never be set free...
♠ ♠ ♠
Just a short poem created off the spur of the moment.