Time Poem by Albert Witz
Time
The truth is unreal.
I know not what Im thinking.
Only where my thoughts lie.
These objects don't exist.
Time is not an obstacle.
But the finale to this play of life.
Time finds that which is forever lost.
Heals that which could never die.
Repairs that which has no parts.
Time is what I call god.
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