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Father Time

the past is but a mystery
a mystery to me
for as i write
for as i speak
the present slips
a forever leak
as seconds tick
and melt away
on Father Times candle stick
the present turns too past
way too fast
does the present turn to past
the past is but a mystery
a mystery to me
meddled in a pot
mystery present history
combined together by one
spice
by one spice they are together
grown in the gardens of mans thoughts
future present past
combined together by
Time
which is fine
but oh how i await the day to dine
in days of foreverness

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