Lengths of Time

Let lengths of time

Lead us in words of wisdom

Sharing glimpses in hollow mirrors

masked as script

tied to windows into the soul

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My Reasoning

A separation
A place of past
In a time to look forward
I live in the past

Misplaced again
My doing I’m sure
Time won’t be changed
Or even held still

It’s all too big
Tightly packed and closed off
My mind misplaced
A soul born too late

Send me back
All back to the beginning
Time to alter

A way to change
But that would be the end
Until it happens again