Today I watched as the world around me began to change around me yet again, as forever it does and will always. I watched as life turned and glanced at it's past and cried as I felt fondly for mine as well.
Then I though to myself that it is true for now and for sure, time is not our keeper but rather our cure. Would it be that I could, I would walk in the steps of time once more. Would it be different if you were mine? My answer seemed to be second nature and it spoke to me as a friend and said:
Tell me a story of times gone by
Tell me a story of you and I
Let it come forward from another time
A time that was different when you weren't mine
Tell me your secrets and give me your rhyme
Give me your secrets and I'll give you mine
Tonight the world is still the same and I wonder why I haven't changed. Perhaps it is time that is the victim and it is I who am it's master!
Tell me a story ...
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