Oh how I wish I could trap time in a bottle,
And bring it out on a cloudy day.
How I wish save my youth,
in a more memorable way.
Time cannot halt,
Nor can it be sped.
Time does not flow in
accordance to how we wish it.
It is consistent,
It is limited...
A constant reminder of our imperfection,
the impossibility of being eternal.
A nagging whisper,
A persistent tug,
A pull into the direction of the future.
Never faltering, never slowing.
And as this it drags on we notice things.
Things that our naive eyes were once blind to.
Timeless things that never alter with age...
Things that can never be touched by the ravages of time's greedy fingers.
The Sun will always rise,
Flowers will always bloom,
Clouds will always shed tears,
Humans will always sin,
And Love and Good will always prevail.
Memories linger, forever apart of us.
Who we once met,
Who we now know,
Old flames,
New rivals,
Previous Hopes,
Replaced Dreams...
Oh precious Memories!
Why do you seem like a distant dream?
Another life once lived...
Detached; a previous owner perhaps?
Have I changed?
Have I changed along with everything else?
Was I once so young? So beautiful?
Was I once so naive and gullible?
Was I once so carefree and spontaneous?
Beauty fades,
Youth evaporates.
Memories stay,
Wisdom compensates.
Time lives on, time moves on.
an endless train never reaching its final destination.
How I wish I had that time in a bottle...
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And bring it out on a cloudy day.
How I wish save my youth,
in a more memorable way.
Time cannot halt,
Nor can it be sped.
Time does not flow in
accordance to how we wish it.
It is consistent,
It is limited...
A constant reminder of our imperfection,
the impossibility of being eternal.
A nagging whisper,
A persistent tug,
A pull into the direction of the future.
Never faltering, never slowing.
And as this it drags on we notice things.
Things that our naive eyes were once blind to.
Timeless things that never alter with age...
Things that can never be touched by the ravages of time's greedy fingers.
The Sun will always rise,
Flowers will always bloom,
Clouds will always shed tears,
Humans will always sin,
And Love and Good will always prevail.
Memories linger, forever apart of us.
Who we once met,
Who we now know,
Old flames,
New rivals,
Previous Hopes,
Replaced Dreams...
Oh precious Memories!
Why do you seem like a distant dream?
Another life once lived...
Detached; a previous owner perhaps?
Have I changed?
Have I changed along with everything else?
Was I once so young? So beautiful?
Was I once so naive and gullible?
Was I once so carefree and spontaneous?
Beauty fades,
Youth evaporates.
Memories stay,
Wisdom compensates.
Time lives on, time moves on.
an endless train never reaching its final destination.
How I wish I had that time in a bottle...
A Spunky Tea Original
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