Time, is the last Constraint.
The place some will choose to go,
Some never will, probably won't or Aint
The ones who choose to go, and seek these
true strings of Time, are the ones who find (even
small) portions of Forever, and ones that can Fully
rewind. While some just seek a future, which has a
blankness that exists, ones who can go inside and
know their portion hold things that cannot or should
not yet be Missed. So I, when I think that I could be
passed my life, means there's something in me that I
could / or have even gotten / totally Yet right. It's a
conundrum of all things, and a conundrum of life all
At once. As I said earlier to someone, proof a mind is
made of 'other' things as well.. Has a makeup that I prove
dignified and worthy enough to light up in a Lump. Yet
in a streak of time, the same small* motion that exists,
I might just move right on, know small portions of myself
and a world I'll miss. The mark of an intelligence, of a hand
of time, made of of Things that are not all Mine. But in a
me a seeker who would seek in and out for all these things.
Not for me Even, yet a truth which and for all many More could
plenty sing. A truth that keeps me alive today, this light, this
Spark, to know in a hand of One time's glory, all in a Life could
strangely /even/ illuminate the Dark
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