TIme. A confusing thing. It swirls and whirls round you And it never stops. But does time really exist? Do the patterns we make In these seconds hours and minutes Really exist? No! We Have invented these measurements. These days weeks and months. They have no relavence To the orbit of our lives. They simple construct Another rule To live by. Time. Is it what you think it is? Is it the tick tick tick Of the clock on the mantel? Is it the pendulum Swinging back and forth? Or the moons rotating face? Ahh, my friend. You must learn not to question these matters. For these things exist my friend. They are really there, ticking and swinging, bonging and pinging, waxing and waning, Time.
.Crying.Diamonds. · Sun Oct 29, 2006 @ 07:01pm · 2 Comments |