You build your shrine to Time,
broken memories better left behind -
sacrificed for the future,
and cast aside.
Where once there laid a flame
there now lies embers.
And where once you said a name
your lips now stay sealed.
You used to speak in forevers
but Time you cannot tame.
It's no commodity to be dealt
nor is it swayed by wealth and fame.
For all that our riches can afford
Time will best us all the same.
So you build your shine to Time,
every paintstroke is a memory left behind -
sacrificed for the future,
and cast aside.
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