Time, oh Time
Speaking to the elusive factor that controls our decisions
Time, oh Time
master of life,
are you a lie?
Do you exist?
Can you be described?
You don't fit in words.
So, most of our decisions are controlled
by something not clearly identified.
Are you an invention of mankind?
Tell me, Time,
are you a circle or a line segment?
I feel that my birth is not behind me
but somewhere around here.
I feel that my death is not following
but spirally re-appearing.
You know, Time,
I get the sense that
you're both movable and stable simultaneously.
But finally, you just are,
and human consciousness has to get wider to capture your real essence.
Did you enter the field of my perception during an R.E.M. sleep?
I think we coordinated for a moment
and you said something that keeps swirling in my mind:
"If I could fit in words somehow
those could have been:
I'm an eternal Now".
About the Creator
Anthi Psomiadou
Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.
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