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There's a constant, called Time.  
When Time is ripe,  
What has to be must be,  
Simple philosophy.  

This thing called Time  
Neither a concept nor principle  
Never to be mastered by man.  
Time is wide...Time is deep,  
Multi-dimensional, like a dream  
I can feel it!  
My Time is now!  
This thing called Time,  
I'll take it on.  
The outcome is certain  
But still,  
I'll try.  
It's my Time to fight...  
like a fighter,  
It's my Time to win...  
like a winner.  
I'll win, I'm a victor.  
By mere strength, I lack  
By plain wisdom, I fail.  
But by His guidance...  
a done deal for sure.  
To conquer or not?  
Time will tell.
Written by eleven_mashariki
Published | Edited 28th Feb 2018
Author's Note
The poem talks about the thing called Time, as the poet understands.
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