Revelations of the grandest kind
Pour out upon the table of time
Unyielding are the memories they hold
Forced recognition of good days and bad
Trying to hold a moment, Insanity at best
Twisted and warped as it wriggles in space
Time bends and softens only in the mind
Holding children to prevent their adolescence
From reigning past their everlasting youth
Wishing for them what you could not have yourself
They too will grow past this moment set aside
Yet whilst you have them, love them in whole
The streets from yesterday are weathered and forgotten
The shadows of who we were can been seen at dusk
Playing our friendly games in the infinite summer
Long before time had us in its deadly grasp
It is not meant to weep for those days taken from us
Instead to endure the ones we have left with grace and gratitude
Take the present, yet don't grasp it too tight
Breathe in its eventual departure, Smell the honeysuckles of old
Heed the Dreamer's warbling song, Long is his obsession of time
And when it all bends askew into broken ballads
Ask yourself if you were living in today
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