Treasure Island

Abdul Karim


Running Time,


Running Time,
Running time,
Ahead of all timing,
It is not waiting for any man,
There is the running in me that is seeing a future,

Time taketh a man away,
I see that time is not waiting for any being,
It is only that we conjecture on the Blessing's that we are about to receive,
Not wasting any time is even better,
Iam a man that need's respect,
I find that value and time is all waiting for that joy,
All time and all moments,
There is that calling that I find life harder than ever before,
In all that man can do,
Time is separating man from knowledge and Kingdom that is to come,
There is nothing worth like Time,
We conjecture on timing,
Time is like,
It is a god head.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 31, 2008

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