Epik Jones

Time Won’t tell

She said keep it real and just be honest

Stay humble, reserved and try to be modest

These walls may not talk but I see the writing on the wall

Far from Autumn but more than leaves fall

In the journey of life where the spirit may roam

Living in a time where thousands of miles away is where we call home

No trust or faith then surely we face defeat

Corns, cracks & blisters are the story of the feet

That walk searching for new ground, answers and solution

Wondering if there will be a metamorphosis or revolution

But seems that time has been paid off, gone into a shell

Because its become secretive, so not even time will tell

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