‘An Ode to Time’
Time is not, and never will be my friend.
I will constantly be fighting it until my very end.
Whether it is fluidly flowing or like a rock seasonally Frozen.
It all blurs together as days become interly woven.
There is never enough of it when you need it the most.
And, It never wants to move when it is at it’s very slowest.
Sometimes it is needed, and then sometimes it is not.
Sometimes we have to check what time it is because we forgot.
When things don’t go our way we become ever more impatient.
Our consistent perception standing still as it grows even more weighted.
Before we know what happened, it’s the opposite oops where the did time go?
I don’t want to rush now because the previous hour crept by oh so slow.
When we don’t want something to end seconds start to skip bye like a child growing tall.
Our emotions relative to a clock, both hands go up meaning its two hands that will definitely fall.
Is time real and does it actually exist?
If it isn’t real then how can I fall from Heaven if something important is missed?
We like to think Heaven’s time is on such a wonderfully grander scale.
But, it is our own observation internally that is the thing surely destined to fail.
It is not possible to count history no longer remembered that can no longer be seen.
What goes unimagined cannot be counted and therefore goes unperceived.
The only thing that truly matters is the moment in the here and the right now.
Because, it is the smaller things that give meaning to life before forced to throw in our towel.
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