Time and the World Itself

Time is the overseer of all things,
to be untold and forgotten,
yet perceived in delivery,
I sought for a difference and you,
if only the shadows could cast upon futures and destinations,
but life is entity and death, persuasive and destruction,
you are something unforgettable and fond of,
your something people would not shine upon and a dot of the universe,
so be something a character would become and forget,
be someone with true meaning and passion,
be someone we would never forget,
become something the world would never be,
create a new version of it all,
start from the beginning and end it all with love,
and when some thing little has seen what you have become then
you be that thing that allows a future and great character.

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