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Heartsoul
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Date Posted: 17:38:35 05/03/02 Fri
I suppose humankind will always have a facination, respect and peroccupation with the concept of time. Such a limited yet abundant element is "time" and it's nature resists definition.
Time is the essence of irony and the orginator of paradox; an inconsistent consistent; it defies measurement yet requires calculation; it is master and yet slave; it is relative yet absolute and it is fleeting but at once enduring. No wonder the concept and topic of time is such a fertile ground for the imagination, speculation and elucidation, it can be everything and nothing both at once. So here is one of my tributes to that elusive yet alluring element called "time":
Just a Matter of Time
Shifting Sands Beneath My Feet,
Am I High Above?
Or Far Below?
Beneath Me Once Was Firm Concrete,
Did I Forget?
Or Did I Ever Know?
I’m On Display,
Yet In Seclusion.
Caught Within Time’s Warped Illusions.
I Have No Future,
Have Lived No Past.
Held Captive In This Hour Glass.
Hands Of Time, Pin Me Down,
Helpless As They Spin Around.
Can’t Find A Start,
Don’t See An End,
Just Round And Round And Round Again.
I Run So Hard,
Yet Fall Behind,
As I Run a Futile Race With Time.
Pushed Around,
But Held In Place.
Trapped Inside A Stopwatch Face.
When I Think I’m Right
I Find I’m Wrong
And The Sundial’s Shadow is Growing Long.
Never Young,
But Growing Older,
While The Winds Of Time Are Blowing Colder
No Time To Live,
But Time To Die
And All The While Time’s Flying By.
To End Alone,
In Time And Space
While Time Erodes It’s Own Smug Face.
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