You've been such a year,
Of things and change.
Perspectives shift,
And rearrange.
But truth be told,
You are kept at range.
For change is fear,
And fear is strange.

For Whatever Small,
May Always Get Larger.
But For Whatever Large,
May Always Remain.

I was already for that I'm sure...
To what my hands can have,
and my eyes can see.
I was all ready for what could be.

I was already what has come and went.
For my memories are after what time can hear,
I was all ready for what time has spent.

For I cannot think as fast as time,
But my mind can see what has happened.
My mind always tries to keep up with time,
So I pass this time with mindless action.

The irony is that iris to which my time has shown.
Is Schrödinger's cat through skull and bone.

For how can such an I have shown?
Without observance for before hath known.

The gate ways the gate weighs,
Through eyes in deed,
For he is I and I Am me.

The irrelevant elephants hella bent,
Because he never sets the precedence.
Which is evident,
Because his message went:
"Past you", in the present tense.

The planets have come, to align as one,
To shake the cosmic clock.
But never forget, the time that tick,
So fickle, the slip of our talk.
May you see, what time has done to we,
The planets as much confirm.
Faith in three, such poetry,
All time, but naught to learn...