I push a heavy stone over my head and I am still here,
When will I love lifting this stone?
When will I admire this heavy burden?
My muscles will adapt,
over time,
My mind will see the commonality,
over time...
Time
are you the one pulling these strings?
Are you this one they call God?
Are you the one who holds me,
Tells me
Controls me?
Yet when I hear,
When I see your family,
It almost seems like you dont exist
Your brother with his colorful bright eyes that can perceive all color,
Your sister with her ears that pick up all frequencies listening to all your problems,
Your father with his consciousness making up brilliant ideas that are not fathomable by our perception,
and your mother,
Creating,
touching,
feeling
hearing,
Time,
your silly smile,
your silly mask,
Time you cannot control my mind