Many set off on the road to riches and stall early,
possibly because they don't have the drive.
Which is, essentially just a pedestrian vibe,
While others see life through Ewee Eyes.
It really is what it is.
Know yourself before you know what it is,
If you're going to start Just know you can finish.
Time is…
Unlimited.
Time has no end or beginning,
It Is forever and has always been.
But ours is not,
Au contraire our time is but a teardrop.
In an ocean though despair we should not.
Achilles said;
"Any moment may be our last,
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are now.
We will never be here again."
It Is What It Is.
- Author: Mr Taylar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 6th, 2019 18:01
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