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                Creation is all there is. To leave something behind as so your existence has a name. Creation is all I want. To create a place in your heart. To create a spot up on the stars. To create a person I want to be. The journey is a treacherous one; but in my life of conflict I see this path to be correct. I shall follow the light, I shall follow the Sun. The world has been in my hands but I leave it on my bedside table. Reality is in front of me but I choose to walk around. It's time, and I see that now. I will not waste away I promise you. I shall create, I shall create for you. 

“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; 

For now hath time made me his numbering clock: 

My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar 

Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, 

Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, 

Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. 

Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is 

Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, 

Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans 

Show minutes, times, and hours.”