I do not agree—
I have fallen from Grace,
but not to ascend a steep hill,
as you preach in fear from the pulpit.
My dreams nudge me awake,
and I see—
my Time has not turned for the worse.
Time whispers, Enough is enough.
You must realize,
you have not drifted from Me.
Yet the tears cling to my cheeks
until I understand—
I Am the Time,
and I have never ceased to be.
MyKoul
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