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the Time, is waiting for no man or woman.
So tell me: why do you stare?
Wherefore are you looking,
And are you hiding, deep down there?
I will assure you,
The Answers Lie,
Right outside your Door.
the Door to your soul treasure,
the eternal Door's key,
Rests right there where you left it:
Rests right there next to me!
Makes slower sense, surely-
To those who were the Lost.
We the seekers, we the searchers.
We the workers, and the cost.
...and yet...
the Time has come.
the Time has come to set you free.
Read the fiddler's riddle:
the Time has come, he tells to thee.
For within the Sea of Sands
Lies the Towers of thy Time;
Beneath which casts the shadows,
Of your moonlit dance and rhyme.
Where hallways trick and tick-a-tock,
Oh mirror, mesmerize.
Turn back from here, I'll tell to thee!
Heed warnings for the wise.
For if you enter through its gates,
And read the words within,
Never, will you be the same again.
Never, 'til you end.
