Blowing through all things,
just like our fate bound by strings,
We are all subject to pass through her Rings.
Chains of Eternity
throughout known Modernity.
Perspective changes all,
for time is not on a wall,
but more of a ball.
Past and Present,
has not gone and went,
nor is already been spent.
Time is Eternal,
our lives inscribed on its journal,
only legible on the external.
Timelines of Eternity,
Molding together to create the True Reality,
Creating and Feeding our Karma Tree.
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