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Tracktor Bowling - Time
Time will put everything in its place,
Everything that has broken into pieces.
New life will scatter the ashes.
Everyday life will heal the longing.
Only by losing
Do we begin to appreciate.
Only by being late
Do we learn to hurry.
How can we become stronger
So as not to blame,
But simply to forget
Forever?
And to live
Without asking for more
From time,
That which can never be returned.
If there is an easy path somewhere,
We run away from trouble.
It is easier to leave, to step over –
Time will always erase the traces.
Pain teaches us much in life.
Do we need to know all this?
Time will heal the wounds, but
We cannot turn it back.
Only by not loving
Can we let go.
Only by seeing death
Do we learn to live.
It is easier not to have
And to give everything away at once
So as not to lose
Ever.
And to live
Without asking for more
From time,
That which can never be returned...
Not to wait
And not to lie to ourselves,
But to go our own way
Along a difficult path, the length of a lifetime, to the end.
And again to ask
For that which cannot be returned.
It is easier to leave
Than to go this way.
Time flies again in a series of endless troubles,
Fears, anxieties, reasons for which there are none.
Time that we will never get back.
It is easier for those who have gone than for those who remain to wait.
It is easier for those who have gone mad to justify themselves.
There is no more strength or faith to go this way.
And again to ask
For that which cannot be returned.
It is easier to leave
Than to go this way, the length of a lifetime, to the end
