The time is going,
It’s coming from the space .
When the soul is storming,
It’s looking for new place.
The time like sound,
Like seasons of nature.
You can’t it pound,
It has never been strayed.
Ticking and ticking into endless.
Showing the future, the present and past.
It is never lose. It is always straightness.
You have to feel, you have to trust.
Tik Tak, the time was run.
Like butterfly disappeared.
Don’t make much plans, feel fun.
Be every day for the end prepared.
THE TIME
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