If I could have more I would,
If I could save it I would,
If I could stop it I would,
If I could fast forward it I would,
If I could rewind it I would not.
I live
I learn
I feel sorrow and pain, and sometimes I will never do it again.
I'm stronger for mistaking
But happy I did
The moments that pass
And sometimes there's shame
Regrets I have many
A lifetime I'll live
Short or long
Happy or sad
A friend of many yet enemy to most
I embrace it, yet it can repulse me
I love it, yet can feel such pain from it, but never will it fail to heal and mend all that was once wrong.
The future is here and will never go, we learn but fail to take notice.
It's never lied, yet has been so cruel.
It will always tell no matter how long it takes.
It has no master, yet slaves we are all
Time
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