In Time
By: Devin Cade

Through abandoned eyes
we see things not worth seeing.
With a strained intellect
we grow into things, "not while being."
	And things not in a while,
	Only by trial,
	Well worth the leaving.

With treasonous hands
we touch our mirrored reflections,
And admire the opposites outside,
"the creation," alternate affections.
	Through creations a glance
	Leaves an audience in dance,
	"the formation," altered connections.

With careless hearts
we love the hollow shrine
and abominate the image,
"the blame," "the term," "not mine."
	Where urgent truancy
	is finally rewarded absentee,
	We’ve lost all faith "in time." 



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