Tick -
Another second.
Tock -
Another moment.
Blink -
Days vanish.
How do we live
Thrive
Grow
In the fog of days past?
The moment in which I type,
And the moment in which this is read,
Are different points,
But both now just memories.
Left with a clip of life,
Another X on the calendar.
Everyone mourns the passage of time,
Passing faster the deeper we get.
All we know is,
We all experience the passage,
Dread making time move faster
As we desperately skid to avoid the moment it stops.
The idea of time,
The passage,
The march,
Is a construct -
An idea shared by consciousness
Craving understanding of the universe.
Imagine a book.
The hero starts a journey,
Experiences trials,
Grows,
Learns,
And finished their journey.
But the first CAPITAL
And the final period
Are in our hands simultaneously.
The hero and villain
The best friend and lover
All created and discarded at the same time.
Imagine rising above time.
Seeing the beginning,
The end,
The highs,
The lows.
No orbit around the sun,
No days to enjoy or dread,
Just a story.
All in front of you.
A tapestry of time.
The failed fantasies,
The placebo prayers,
The twisted trials,
Wrong religions,
Redundant rallies,
Insignificant ideas.
Who wrote our book?
If time is a construct,
Then we know
Once the final line is written,
We have no destination after
THE END
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Author:
Anna Wakey29 (
Online) - Published: April 16th, 2026 03:44
- Comment from author about the poem: I have always had the idea that time is a construct, and that outside of our universe everything inside is already there - like a book. I had a prompt to write a poem inspired by 'Days' by Phillip Larkin, and this was the result.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
A most interesting idea, most scientists feel time is a dimension some say a fabric others say it exists past, present and future simultaneously while others say it does not exist at all being only an illusion. Nicely written
Intriguing, and makes it easy to slip into your mindset - even if only for the time of the poem. However, Larkin's point as I see it is that you could be off to the funny farm if you spend too much time...there...
Just call me Snowball, because I already have my peers at the farm screaming "Four Legs Good, Two Legs Bad" 😂
Nicely written
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