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!

written by: Timothy Farren

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