Time passes slowly or time passes fast. Nothing remains, nothing can last. Nothing remains, nothing's the same, only change - round, round it turns all the same It's turning ... Time is a wheel, able to drive, it keeps rolling to carry you through that life. Try not to care, just be aware nothing remains. To the world it's all the same It's turning ... Your trees, and bushes, and flowers, and weeds, the creatures, and whatever they need, like you and your things, your life, your aims, your feelings, beliefs, your body, your name pass all the same It's turning ... You can watch it, or you can use it, you can try to make sense - in vain; but in the end you will lose it you will leave as you came, it ends all the same It's turning .... |
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