There is a time and a place for almost everything I am convinced.
A time to be here, a time to be there, and a time to stare,
A time to give and to get and a time to forget,
A time see and to feel and a time to be real,
A time to think and to wonder and a time to make a blunder,
A time to pee and to poo and a time to just be you,
A time to find and to make and a time to break,
A time to like and to love and a time to receive from above,
A time to learn and to teach and a time to preach,
A time to cry and to yearn and a time to earn,
A time to hug and to kiss and a time to miss.
Through all of these times there comes with them certain places. They are understandably places in time, or perhaps time in places. I am a wanderer, wandering across lands and worlds, seeing, feeling, touching, and being. I am a man. I have been perplexed by the lives of many to only at some distant time find their lives in myself. How far must I need to go, how long do I need to sow. At this moment I am trivial in my thinking of life. The times and places consume and presume themselves in a thought of good fortune. As for this time I will lose myself in the reality of
Inspired by Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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