Poem: Hills of Time

Time is the enemy that we all have.

It is something that drives this life we live.

We try to run from it, but it always catches us.

That is why we this game is called life.

At some point the time will stop.

The darkness can no longer keep us safe.

The hill is only as tall as the mountain behind it.

The way to the top can also lead you to the bottom.

The wind will blow you one way.

It is up to us to figure out what to do with it.

One day could be today, and then tomorrow will never come.

This could be the end and all that is left to be done.

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