Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Time
Ivan Ling
Time,
creeps slowly when I'm bored
as slow as a snail it creeps
at a rate of an day per day
creeping slowly it went.
Time,
zooms on when I am excited
faster than a plane
zooming across this dimension
at a blink of an eye
it is gone.
Time,
stops moving when I'm sleeping
It does not move at all
as still as a statue
because I did not feel it flow
Time,
so mysterious yet so powerful
without it nothing can exist
without time I would not exist
Without me, time wouldn't exist
Time,
is but a perception of human mind
an illusion that there is past, present and future
how do you know that such things exist?
why couldn't history, now and then exist together?
Like frames on a film
simultaneously and yet played with different order
Time,
a point for us to ponder,
a mystery to be solved,
an enigma in our life
an essence of our creation.
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