Everything fell apart as ravaging hunger and yowling cries became mild nurture and womanly sighs Unearthed the night ground out splendor in a shaded cove beneath the willow tree she lay sheltered from the chill and snow long awaiting the warmth of day she wrapped around her the leaf of an oak and wore natures love as her winter cloak steadily she slept the treeline as her pillow and in a few sweet hours she would die beneath the willow
Wrapped to our wrist Pinned on our walls Dawn till dusk Time is always present Before we were born and after we die It’s measured by memories, effort, split second decisions It’s of the essence Apparent to its incapable yearning to stop It flies by. Days we spent angry Hours dreading our jobs Regrets and what could haves We’ll never get it back or be there like we once were I could say enjoy today and take everyday one step at a time Or I could be righteous to the ever longing tick Why should I With the time I took to write this is now gone I’ll be tired once morning comes But I did what I wanted to with my time Choose your time wisely Because forever is unkind
The sweet morning smell of coffee, the rustling of leaves outside, a sour taste of January in my mouth, wait,what is time when we are inside? Time is an illusion; present,past,future. Time is a game in our minds, which we are bound to follow. In the night we sleep, morning we wake up, afternoon we have coffee and then we take off our makeup. Time is an illusion; so learn to live on no hours, and learn to be happy with your only human powers.
Time is an illusion; present,past,and future are all together and all now.