Time marches on
It never slows
Nor does it quicken its pace
Time is... consistent.
Time always carries its arms with it,
Weapons that have claimed everyone
Powerful tyrants and meek beggars, eventually
On a trail of tears and rose petals, Time marches on.
If you try to stop Time
Your hands will bleed from holding its hands too tightly
But in the end, no matter your desperation
Time will march on even without you
Time has seen trauma
It weighs it down with regret, fear, impurity
Making it march in a circle
But Time marches on despite the struggle
Happiness frees time and shortens its journey
Celerity in each step
Tick... tock, tick tock, ticktock
Time marches on, it's arms lighter than before
Moments decorate Time in valor and dishonor
Shiny medals and gnawed dog tags
It's title never changes from private
As Time marches on with marks on its face.
But Time is not alone.
We all are marching with Time
Some are behind, while others in front
We who are weary and we who are strong
We march on.
Seventeen years I have marched
Time has taken memories as compensation
But I will smile through this long journey
Because I will march on.
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Fucking Gwendolyn.
Probably one of my favorite students.