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Time marches on (Clock blocked)
Time marches on
and we frail creatures struggle to keep up
Our small treads on the endless sand
as the Father slips through
our outstretched fingers
his immense silhouette
never betraying the ever forward gaze
as the pace remains for eternity,
even though the great shadow behind
will one day envelop our mortal bodies
and make us sleep, never to join the grind onwards
and hopefully give us some peace,
though the journey is long
none of us know the destination
Our perpetual fight to slow the pace
and make the most of the moments
with the Lady Fate
sometimes blessing us with more than we can move to make
or Fun whisks us forwards on its shoulders
onwards to our end, but well worth the ride
The footprints before may be distinct
or eroded by the Father as Destroyer
or the path may yet be untrodden,
still we make baby steps
as Time marches on.
and we frail creatures struggle to keep up
Our small treads on the endless sand
as the Father slips through
our outstretched fingers
his immense silhouette
never betraying the ever forward gaze
as the pace remains for eternity,
even though the great shadow behind
will one day envelop our mortal bodies
and make us sleep, never to join the grind onwards
and hopefully give us some peace,
though the journey is long
none of us know the destination
Our perpetual fight to slow the pace
and make the most of the moments
with the Lady Fate
sometimes blessing us with more than we can move to make
or Fun whisks us forwards on its shoulders
onwards to our end, but well worth the ride
The footprints before may be distinct
or eroded by the Father as Destroyer
or the path may yet be untrodden,
still we make baby steps
as Time marches on.
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