Time, Guide Me

On this day, a day born anew
a ring of events that do unfold
time is passing slowly through
in a manner, wild and untold.
Bound by fate and nature true [5]
so slyly passing by young and old
time is fleeting, always on cue
circling the world, moving so bold.
Only ending, when ending indeed
not faltering, whence I play [10]
forevermore, time, in you I concede
to be my guide throughout this day.
By my hands, I command, slow my stride
rule me no longer, for now you I shall guide!

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