Time

Where do we go from here?

The well worn path

or do we forge a new one?

On the cusp of a something new,

promises both great and small.

Heavy burdens we all bear

made lite with time's passing.

The ticking minutes

echo in our ears.

Our eyes burn through the tears.

Time does us no favors,

but save one.

Experience.

Physical representation

of time,

reminders of a construct

none can escape.

The immediate moment of now,

fleeting and free flowing.

A culmination

of distilled eternity.

Bottled for your enjoyment.

Drink up.

It's a great vintage.