The Hands Never Stop

As troubling to you as it may seem,

Slowly, quickly yet swiftly it was seep,

Through darkest times and joyful days,

You shall always see it change,

Not just the weather, but seasons from summer to spring,

It will creep from your hands like falling hour grains,

It makes no sound but it leaves a mark,

When loved ones turn their back like it’s a walk in the park,

For the hands of time that never stop can shatter many dreams,

It can alter possibilities and things that could have been,

And just when it starts to seem,

It’s eternal, like the never-ending sea,

It will pull you into nothingness, even if you’re sound asleep.

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