Is there beauty in patience or the beholder of the eye, to wait is to love so much to never ask why.
From simplicity in history to complexity which is wrong, a clock will tick and tock and tick to maintain the beat of a song.
A question can tick and tock, but will the answer have the same beat. A small predicament could rock the solution to any simple feat.
What can just one word mean? "Sunset" is a scene, "world" is a universe of unseen, and "time" is a riddle that is asked from dumb to keen.
The rough wars, the tough thoughts, and the worse is ought to bring meaning throughout time's own course.
