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Time Waves
Time is so fake to cheat us.
To act like an evil friend,  letting us think we have so much of it when in actuality we have so little.
That time will lull us to believe, that we will have all the time in the world.

But then it's gone,
It is gone.
And it becomes too late.
We are left standing all alone in the vast empty ocean.

The waves that pass us by we will never see again,
and no matter how hard we try we can never catch up to them.
For they drift further and farther away, until they fade out of sight.

Afraid to ride the wave for it might crash.
And I'll be buried deep with in the heavy sand,
or to be washed out   lost at sea.

But to not ride the wave would only make me a victim,
to be a fool of time.
To live an endless circle of regret that never ends.
To let pass by the one wave that I've waited for all my life, the same one that has waited for me?

I Don't know now I need more time.
For I hope for that, but if that doesn't happen.
I pray that it is only enough.
I close my eyes and time waves its hand at me with its snickering smile.
Then I open my eyes and I pray that it was only a nightmare, one that will never come true.
For I never want to say good bye.
Brady Smith;                                                                                                                                                                   3/16/98