Time

Time

Time stops when it should speed.

Inching like a glacier,

When it should flow like a river, a wild river in spate.

Yet it flies like a bird

When we pursue it

In our time of need.

Anger not time,

For if you make time your enemy,

You will find

Time is ruthless, with no shred of mercy

And no drop of clemency.

Destroyer of all,

Second to none,

It reduces mortals and gods

To the dust and shards

Of a forgotten past.

Yet befriend time,

And you will be the closest

Anyone ever did get

At being truly immortal;

Remembered through the ages,

Your praises will be sung through the ages.

So decide wisely,

and beware.

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this, i believe, was the poem that Aastha showed you, and the one which flipped the switch we keep talking about...