Even thunderstorms
Cast rainbows After its over
Its mysteriously miraculous.
You just need to be at the right place to see.

As broken he was
A burning flame resided still
he smiled vaguely
Burning bridges momentarily wondering why.
Why were these built in the first place.

I did not come prepared with an umbrella on this sunny day.

But alas, i shall dance in the rain.

The clear horizon.
Just past the eye of the storm.

Time.

What does that mean to you-
Ill give you some time to think about it.
But its time to explain what it means to me.

Time.

Nothing more than a construct of man to give men timelines and deadlines.

A phrase often used "I need a little more time" but what are you waiting for?

The creation of destruction, like a ticking time bomb, everything fades through time.

There once was a time i thought differently about this. But as time goes by im left with different visions and opinions.

Some times days go by slower- and other times they rush by in an instant. In no, time.

There are times when you wish time would stop and you could enjoy the picture perfect moment you are in.

But alas, time is a cruel one created by man- you cannot stop time.
But can say its time to stop.

People ask me what time is it-
to which i will reply the time is now,
move forward.

But still there are times I wish I could go back in time.
To reshake that hand correctly-
To to help that elderly woman across the street- To give that homeless man my last 5 dollars- To forgive an old friend- To fix an old love.
But time is cruel.
There is never enough time.

Thank you for your Time to explain my thoughts.