A Matter of Time


What is time?....
A question we tend to ask
It's something that binds us to our tasks

Nothing but a figment of the imagination
An object of constant obsession

Seconds lead into minutes
Minutes into hours
Hours into days
On and on the story goes

Leaving us no place to grow
Tossing the mind to and fro

Leave it all behind
Transcend into the endlessness of the universe
Allowing one's self to become unrehearsed
Free to live life truly free

No longer a puppet upon the marionette's strings
Snipped loose
Free to fly like a goose

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