It comes at you, it comes at you fast,
As the wind blows present into past, and the future becomes the present,
The present of time is retrieved by it's owner.
Page by page, chapter by chapter, the story's end is nigh;
No second take or do-over, just moments; low and high.
Actions come home to roost, we are played the hand that we dealt.
Like ying and yang, karma follows deed, so before you rejoice or wail, remember how they felt.
It comes at you, it comes at you fast,
Life is but fleeting, what's everlasting are "acts".
Never be vile, for torn pages are never forgotten, they leave their marks.
© Kanon
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