Silently on the road, I move ahead,
Seeking to recall my guide's words so wise.
The straight path—safest way to tread,
Unmoved by diversions that tempt or lie.
Pausing, not for milestones' count or pride,
For this path stretches infinite wide.
The command divine—simply move forth,
No measure of what's behind or before.
Time's road, like stars in endless stride,
Knows no stops for pause or guide.
In reflection deep, truth's grace bestowed—
No left nor right does this path hold.
Enlightenment whispers: the essence is clear—
I am Time, my flow sincere.
Forward or back for me holds no decree—
I am Time, and Time is me.
MyKoul
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