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Time
2005-12-07

There is no rhyme or reason,
in this world of strife,
only, pain, hope, and love.
These three feelings,

that dwell in my mind,
fill me up with conflict,
dreams that never change,
from this loop inside my mind.

Pain that flows from inside,
and causes tears as I write,
hope that comes from above,
and keeps you on your feet.

Love, sweet feeling that grows,
and hurts, and fills.
Love, the sweet essence that,
fills the emptiness that,

has grown over the years.
Time passes, dreams will change.

James O. Stewart