I Am As One With Time Poem by William Kofoed

I am as one with time.

We flow without touching the things that

would delay us.

For there are many along our way that bid

us to stop.

To hear a sound,

or to look upon that which they would have

us see.

And to stop is to find joy and happiness,

and to be content.

But there is opposition in all things.

For joy and happiness,

there must be sorrow and despair.

And in being content,

we will become buried in our ways and lost

to the world.

And we content on.