All for us, Time is lost.
Nothing meaning something to those condemned abyss.
Tim is nothing, the game of life we should not play.
Time is not, at end, lost it will be always.
Time, the arch experience leads us,
Through which gleams the unraveled, incomplete, thought.
We be nothing but what Time, for us has wrought.
Something, a hope to those returned from all this.
Time, for us, is lost for all.
Everything means nothing to those who exist.
Time is something, the game stays for all to play.
Time is not, at end, begin another day.
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.