Saturday, May 2, 2015

Thoughts on Time


Has wings of lightning when looking back, a snails pace looking forward
It doesn't really exist, but if you speed fast enough it stops, or not.
Always wishing for more, we throw away chunks of it.
We never have enough, yet sufficient always kills us.
When it is, do it now, when it's not, hold off.
Flies with fun and drags with anticipation.
The sun and the moon mark the passage.
It can stand still, but waits for no one.
When it ends, eternity begins.

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