I look at the clock near my window,
And think long at how times unfold.
Hour upon hour passes and my mind wanders.
An hour before a tragedy, an hour ahead and things are fine again.
A day pass and with the new light, chaos the beginner of all things shows me.
A month, a year, and further we can’t see.
The future as mysterious as the stars.
On the wings of a dream do we wander looking for the answers.
Oh clock on my wall teach me.
Show me how to weather the storms that come in time.
Guide me in the ways of patience to wait out the storms of life.
Do we remember the faults of the past and let them teach us.
Lest me make the same mistakes that had destroyed us before.
Lo do we see the failures of our forefathers but ignore them.
We are but children in the eyes of those come before.
What then is the path the path forward.
Paved by blood of those to come or of struggle lead to prosperity,
When then will we see the chaos end.
Like the hands of a clock we continue on,
The future yet undecided and truly uncertain, but at last it will always come.
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