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Enveloped in the precious essence that we reference as time,
Standing still, hold your breath till the next step; divine.
Divided we fall,
Pick and choose your side till they've divided us all
And we're left behind as reminders that you're the blindest of all.
The kindest; appalled!
That you could erase the writings of the signs on the walls
And leave us here with nothing but a line as a pulse.
History repeats, a pantomime that's ignored,
An apparition of sorts when social tradition aborts
The very values that they've valued till they're devalued by force.
What's the price of a life?
What is its actual worth?
When its being judged by birthdays and impractical mirth
Instead of the accomplishments that have helped shape the earth!
Time is precious, time is priceless, but time can corrupt,
Because you take your time for granted till you can't get enough
And you realize life is over and you start looking up
To the heavens for a sign of a higher being to love.
Now this path that I'm on leaves me wanting for more,
Nearly 30 years old with a family in store
But only a few contributions to this world I've adored.
My mark on this path through life and time itself
Is showing compassion and often offering help
So as I embrace the life around me I know my perception could be blurred
I'll leave my memories to my children; in the shape of my words.

Good shit. Opening scheme was simply destroyed. Overall topic, though feminine in all honesty, was actually nice. You got your point across while not becoming stale or stagnant. You kept flow moving while touching many subjects, thus, holding intrigue. Enjoyable read to say the least