Time

Time is little more than a blissful dream,
Because there is really nothing left after everything have been seen,
To say I understand the pain you feel,
Would mean first I would have to accept that this is really real.
The wind bit at my cheeks,

But your skin was what burned at my heart,
If God does everything on purpose maybe he just overlooked a part?
This flicker of life that lingers on,
Does not mean what he did no wrong.
No harm no foul.

But would you say the same is if you left someone without a paddle?
What you want to see,
Does not always mean it can be!
When someone dies it’s like the night lives on,
Creating hate and only spreading harm.