Ruins

A little bit left of what is seemingly right.
Not below the wrong.
Seize your moment, or cease looking for a time you'll shine.
Among all these wrinkles in time that run through your veins.
Furthering your inevitable decay...
The ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Cannot silence, nor incompacitate us from
Trying to tap into that potential
To be that force or un-moveable object.
Still I digress.
Your only change is constant.
Your progress, though a slow process can never be meaningless.
Without regard for regret.
Carry out your mission. Take with you this brand, this mark, this scar...
Through moments where you lived, laughed, kissed, or cried
It's all left here suspended in time...

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