The time of my life

sorenbarrett

The days, weeks, months and years fall upon me like dead leaves.

I’m already gone and just don’t know it.

Everything that we think we know is an illusion.

Time itself does not exist nor do we.

We live in fear of a monster that never was.

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2022 05:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    deep...
    a great shorty! thanks for sharing..
    (how?
    to transmute our wise poetry
    into tangible actions
    that can impact our world...
    guess,
    it's by sharing
    and planting, the seeds of ambition
    and right action
    and hoping, the universe that created us
    will find the answers, to sprout
    someday...
    yeah, we just have to continue
    and strive
    one write, at a time)

    • sorenbarrett

      I deeply appreciate your review and kind words. I have total belief in the universe and its ability to work things out, Not always the way we plan or want. All things happen for the best, even though we may never understand or see.

    • Goldfinch60

      Time certainly does not exist but each moment is special and may there be many good moments in your life soren,

      Andy



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