A history of turning the Is to Was Infamously turning Shall into Should've Does anything under its rule ever truly last Forever involved in burning the present to past
Turning but boys to kings on thrones Then those very kings, into the stuff of bones We believe we are but it's pawns and dust But then again what is Time without us
An entity of space, of simply odd devices An entity of life, of an oddly simple crisis To make a moment stand still, a gift so fine But then again what are we without Time
I have always loved physics. In physics, the concept of time has been the most intriguing of subjects to me. This poem is just an internal philosophical dialogue about the same. It's one of many!