time by cyclopseven
not because the clock ticks away
rather because eternity endlessly play.
the past present and future
aren’t different pathways,
rather same path with different sway.
mankind wears watch
encircling the wrist,
the brand and pattern steals the heart of many
while the price, the status and durability plays host.
beyond it moments idling away
with present living, swirls in fantasy dancing
many man forgotten the essence of right living.
the substance gets wild void of mental presence
living the present in a coffin
the living dead worrying more on past evenings
and future mornings,
abandoning the now as dirt thrown
they rush restless ahead in greedy frown.
time smiles
and stroll passing the age
in teardrops mankind writes the story
story of the shadowy journey swallowed by time.
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