I wasn’t sure as to what this was gong to be when I started writing it.

I think that perhaps there is a good idea in this, but I don’t think I carried it well.

I hope you enjoy.

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So it comes that time passes
Day to night and light to dark
All that is is all that was
And all that might is all that is

In time time too moves along
Waiting for none, yet carrying all
Through weaving branches
And tangled pathways

Even when nothing occurs
Still it all passes on by
Yet as night falls to day
Many become active participants