Some Time

Some people search for wisdom in this turmoil we call life
Some don’t even look at all, weighed down with pain and strife

Some spend this lifetime wandering, in hope to find their goal
Some find it in the stillness and experience of the soul

Time and all its soldiers, march at a constant pace
Time strides the path with confidence, without the need to race

Time in need of travelling, moves on without a fall
Time won’t spare a thought for us; it's blind to one and all

© Steve Bentley