Time about time.
By rvh1956
Thinking about times gone past. Finding myself alone at last. Future unending, forwards backwards it's bending. Seeing with eyes only here and now. But my soul, driving my mind, sees differently somehow. This thing called time is it linear or not, or is it just us that gives us this thought? Is it just us keeping moments as seperate? Our brains doing this as something deliberate. For if indeed things are all in the same moment, then wouldn't that lead to our brains in such torment? Future and past, then and now. How to discern they wouldn't know how. It is said that time was invented, so that such confusion would be thusly prevented. So my question is this as I end my rhyme. Parden me, could you please tell me the time?Had to do this,just had to. What do you think of my little ditty :o) Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 09:37 PM PST, Richard Vance Haeckel 18 • 0 • 10
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"Thinking about times gone past...."