Time, the one who waits for no man.
The one who runs without hearing the word “GO”.
Time, the one who respects no man,
Neither the rich nor the poor, neither the young nor the ancient,
Neither the wise nor the foolish.
Who then can say when a thing comes into existence and when a thing comes to an end?
Who can say when daylight becomes the king and darkness dethrones it?
Who can say when rough seasons would someday transform into smooth seasons?
Only time, I tell you
Only time it is.
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