When one wants to flee,
Yet the feeling is happy
Two realities can occur,
Do you imply? Do I infer?

The empathy we seek,
Can come in pity we find.
Is it golden or bleak,
Or all in our mind?

Maybe time has no care for us at all.
As he treats us all as equal,
But when all said and done,
He gets on better with some & with some not at all.

Because he the best teacher,
In all men more than a feature.
Does he ask you, does he reach you?
Time he will tell but he will not be your preacher.