Chances

Chances

Give me back the chances swept away, return to me my dreams, my hopes, and desires.

But alas time is an iron gate through which many would pass if given the keys. Fall upon that gate and cry in despair until time itself is swept away to the far corners of its creation.

Make us timeless creatures who cannot make mistakes to be undone. Stand beyond creation, look at time, see how it ebbs and flows like a river with no beginning and no end.

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