Time in its essence has no present
A micro second and then its gone into past
To merge with our collective thoughts of days gone by
Of marriages that turn from love to despise
Of children that were once only a glint in our eyes
Of youth that disappears as we build up speed towards inevitable demise
What fills the time from conception to dissection of our lives
When those survived by us pass judgement on a sentence none will survive
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
Time in its essence has no present
A micro second and then its gone into past
To merge with our collective thoughts of days gone by
Of marriages that turn from love to despise
Of children that were once only a glint in our eyes
Of youth that disappears as we build up speed towards inevitable demise
What fills the time from conception to dissection of our lives
When those survived by us pass judgement on a sentence none will survive