On the coming year and my feeling of this one
As the clock chimes and
Bells ring, time
Seems fluid yet still
Flowing yet static
It was a spring day
Blink
Then it was scorching summer
Blink
Then it was autumn and the
rains fell
Then a snowless winter in
a tropical land
Now the cycle starts again
Part of a never-ending circle
But our perceptions are awry
For time is a straight path
That neither returns nor overlaps
The past lives in
Memories that time erodes
The present ever changes becoming
Part of the past
But the future
Lies ahead and
No man may know whether
It is dim or bright
As the clock chimes and
Bells ring, time
Seems fluid yet still
Flowing yet static
It was a spring day
Blink
Then it was scorching summer
Blink
Then it was autumn and the
rains fell
Then a snowless winter in
a tropical land
Now the cycle starts again
Part of a never-ending circle
But our perceptions are awry
For time is a straight path
That neither returns nor overlaps
The past lives in
Memories that time erodes
The present ever changes becoming
Part of the past
But the future
Lies ahead and
No man may know whether
It is dim or bright
