Grains of time in a jar Each one etched with a memory, Precious moments of mine. When it is therefore time to go How can I leave them behind? Away I wish to carry my moments On the eternal journey of mine! Stop there will you please mere mortal? No one has ever Been able to claim time as one’s own. The moments that you claim as yours Are but mere illusions of your mind. Time is universal and not anyone’s alone. It is impartial and treats all as unknown. Yet you humans, naive that you are, Like to label moments, as per your desire. A moment that is good to you, May bring tears in eyes of another And one where you felt cheated Had a bright spark in store for other. So proceed on your journey fellow human. Content in this one sole knowledge. Time itself is the journey that you undertake And not one in which, you can afford carrying any baggage.
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