Where does all our time go.And after it, whence do we?
And does it matter if what you’ve done is lasting, great or true. Aren’t all those relevant at grander scales as well?
So must I ask – why did we begin, and how else to better be, than to be here and in Love.
For whatever else may we do – that truer, greater, and more lasting is, than Loving.
To solemnly swear, my heart is not mine own. And so subdues, and to it surrendered, that life take me too
wherever time has gone.