He was offered a helping hand
To create what was his path
The path was all but nothing
Just time to sculpture his craft
He took what was set to be destiny
Destination unknown
That's life's journey
A short but sweet fulfilment
Saved by man's inhumanity
A moment recorded in time
Performing in motion
Limited in length
Portrails of characters
Either in weakness or in strength
A moment in time
A futures reference
Passing through
To show those stagnant
A moment in time
So carefully spent
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