Time changes us
Withering and rearranging us
Whether we fight it
Deny it
Or accept it
Timing makes it's own path
In the passage of time we are made
Molded
Chiseled
To be who and what we are
Our resistance to it changes nothing
Causing only a change in the lines
Alterations that were never by design
We must stand
Accepting our predetermined plan
For the reality and truth
We will never understand
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