In Time

— Nick Butterfield

You may leave what has fallen
Or stay awhile.
And while you stick around,
You hear a story being told.
And wonder why
A story would have
A beginning and an end.
So you pick up what fell
And find there no place
To return it.
So you carry it with you
Throughout your life and
In the end
When you are about to leave,
You put it back from
Where you found it.
Because, once there was
A story with a beginning
And an end
It was the truth that
Had to be returned

Just in time.

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