Time
illusion.
Straight
jacket.
Bounded
tight.
Restricted.
Between
the beginning
and the
end.
Trapped
somewhere
in time.
Where
existence
resides.
Dreams,
illusions.
What
to do?
How to
use?
Sunrise
to sunrise.
Sand pouring
out.
Shadow
Illusion.
Illusion
of existence,
reality.
Just a
mirror
on the
wall.
Times
reflections
wafting
by.
Life passing
quickly.
Racing
toward
a different
time!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2023 23:13
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
indeed, insightful Poet
what to do?
we be granted just, one
lifetime
to impact an infinite, universe
a rather hard task
unless we begin, perfectly positioned
even then, empire sands
foreshadow
how fleeting our achievements
appear, in the scope
of all those who came before
and those, yet to come
best, maybe to reimagine legacy
manifest it
in each appreciated, bite of life
simply, go with flow...
we egotistically assume, we own
our boat's of life
when in-fact, we merely get to paddle
our path
upon that river of fate, that gifted
us, breath...
Always appreciate your kind words LBM.
JP
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