O Time, do riddle me this.
Is your flow a boon or a curse?
Why is keeping pace a must?
Why can't I just stop for a view?
Not care if I am flowing with you?
They say you turn luck and fate,
This shall pass; things won't be the same.
The ever-changing wheel is an assurance.
But ever did they think,
That it turns sooner to the good,
Ends things that you hold dear;
People, places, memories and mood.
"Everything happens for the better"
They often make such tall claims.
How do they know who flows with it?
Time never promises the same.
~ Suranya
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