How many times do we check on time?
How much time will it take?
What time is the right time?
Where does time go?
Time waits for no one.
Rather
Time moves around us.
We swim through it,
And
We forget where we are.
We arrive late where
We thought we ought to go,
Because we were
Timely for where we ought to be.
What hurts more:
The fresh wound
Or
The forgotten scar?
Where do we go
When time takes over our being?
Do we fall into a loop
Like the analog clock?
Or
Do we drift through a sea
As if in an abyss of timelines?
Or
Do we hover and cling
Frozen to a familiar timezone?
Or
Do we hop, skip, and leap
Across timelines finally free of countdowns?
