There is a time to walk among the clouds,
a time to walk among roses,
a time to run into their thorns,
a time to watch their roots grow.
There is a time to live and let the past slide by,
to be oneself – survived.
A time to pick the pieces left over
and walk with them in hand and heart.
A time to give them away to whomever they can
contribute from their knowledge.
A time to say the past, is past
the future, a promise,
the present, all you have.
So use the time you are alive, to live.
Leave the dying to its own time.
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