Had I not been
who I was,
when there you were,
and you not
who you were,
when there I was,
then we'd have had
not that had.
Time is relative
with no relation.
Time gives and takes
and takes and gives,
time given,
time taken,
endlessly in cycles
coming full circle.
Everything old
is new again,
and everything new,
old,
in a time
of it's own.
