What is time but a grand illusion.
An ordered chaos a planned confusion.
Philosophers ponder it an enlightening wonder.
But right after the lightening always comes thunders.
Answering what begs the question of why.
The fool looks to his feet the wise look to the sky.
The fool sees with his eyes the wise sees with his mind.
The fool waddles the bank the wise paddle the rivers of time
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
What is time but a grand illusion.
An ordered chaos a planned confusion.
Philosophers ponder it an enlightening wonder.
But right after the lightening always comes thunders.
Answering what begs the question of why.
The fool looks to his feet the wise look to the sky.
The fool sees with his eyes the wise sees with his mind.
The fool waddles the bank the wise paddle the rivers of time