You can’t put time in a bottle

 

But you can put a bottle in time

 

Fill it with good and evil

 

Decorate it with reason and rhyme

 

What if time broke the bottle?

 

What if the contents were true?

 

Would you see a picture or story?

 

Trapped inside earth’s me and you.

 

Time is sweeping quickly as waves of age are spent.

 

Will you be a sweeping memory faded?

 

Or will you rest in the hands that are bent?

 

Cradle me sweet time in his story

 

Pull me through sweet moon with a view

 

Take me past all the troublesome waters

 

Back where I began before time in you.

 

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