It's about time by Jersey Campbell

Time lacks the eternal strength it is attributed

For with time our physical beings become old, brittle, stale and feeble

With time, rises fade while roses bloom

With time, eyes observe cycles of birth and death

So with time, we live

With time, we seek a fulfillment of magnificent proportions

Yet in time, the sands of the hourglass eventually run out, only to be flipped over, so that another cycle may begin

The meaning is too elusive, so with time we grow and learn

Only for the hourglass to be flipped over once again

Lessons re-learned and new flowers bloom

In time, we forget all truths granted to us because when the hourglass flips, time resets

Time is no more eternal than the souls traveling through its corridors

But what a novel concept! Time ushers enlightenment… a spiritual awakening is an inevitable result

The only inevitability, is the loss of time itself and the eventual resurrection of the eternal paradox

A realization is in order. An epiphany of divine nature

Time waits for no man, and no man will wait for time

In time we act, decisions made determining the fate of our lives which, in time, will end in death

It is with time we grow, and in time we decompose

An inquiry: what have we learned? In which way have we grown?

Time is simply a paradigm

Moments in mirrors which mimic the times passed

Reflections of fallen eras haunt our contemporary dreams

With time we become corrupt

In time our minds expand to see the vast wasteland that was once promise and hope

The hourglass is reset, and time, laid to rest