Randomness

It’s Time.

Yes.

It’s Time you see…

It’s time to stop reflecting

Reflecting on the before; those times of yore.

The past is present; a phantom if you will; always coming, always going, forever growing, and never slowing;

Revive that good we all know dwells.

It’s time you see…to remember; to remember a day, a day when life was far from gray.

When the skies were blue, the birds sang true, and the sun beamed down with loving warmth for me and you; His smile was immense to say the least, he brought delight to you and me; warming our mind, body, and spirit. A lifelong friend he came to be; a lifelong friend as you are me.

With each new day that came to pass the cycle would repeat but sadly not last.

The Sun disappeared time and again, to bring a dark; A dark within.

For we don’t understand this game he plays; why he left and why he came. Time would pass, our minds would grow, provoking our bodies to wonder more. We found that he was not just ours. We found that he was altruistic…after all. Our selfish ways left that day to find new means of passing the day.

The past is the past this much is true, the past is the past, yet, the present is too.

Do you see?