Room for one

Time flies destinies causes me some memories memories compose history history makes theory theory divides the orb the orb makes the mystery and join making to making legends all, if done 'i a day shall compose the earth spin 4 times faster and still "ceteris paribus" so why the rush time is patience and time made me I be not proud I be not saucy I be not wild I’m Frightened Frightened of love Frightened of life Frightened of season Frightened of being used Frightened of being useless I am Frightened , and so I protect myself with something of such caliber to keep me at peace to encave in the dark yet forbear it to be mine own comfort in mine lonely days to surge as much as mine strength can reach if thy wishes are "with me" thou might not but also course the orb mappings be patient, persevere be strict and be calm trust me, if God wished that thou see the heavens he would hast made it on earth Bit by bit thou shall break the barricades and find the soft place where thou shall rest internally having peace of mind knowing none e'en moe tolerating and admiring than thee can get there 'tis only room for one