Times are like the rings that encircle our nails
They tell the stories of how these circles come so fast
Immortality is a circle in the gateways of time
To tell us the tales of the ancient that went before us
That which make a man remember how brief are his days
If there ever be a doorway to the other side of time
Where the past could come in to remind a man his beginning
We could have remember how times were well spent in dust
Sometimes the future forget the past so soon
The egret of how time flows into memories
Could we not see it? how comes we became enchant by its motion?
Civilization came and crippled the last strands of morality in us
The future is now an orphan trailing in the dying shadow of our past
Find the gateway that open up these portals to the other side
Echo it to the distant future how time failed us all
Surely, time was just a route that opens the last doorpost
That everlasting doorpost where eternity abounds
With no past, present and a future
That ring where the three circles of time converge
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