Time is the last thing on your mind
Fully aware of life around you
But maybe you ARE worried
Maybe you ARE a little scared of Time
Hell, even in the last few seconds of reading this poem or whatever you decide to call it, are seconds you never see again
Only in memory are we ourselves
Only in memory are we are who we are
If you woke up one morning and decided you were someone different
You’d be crazy
And yet we live our lives in this world where we believe in the past to build upon a future
Time! Time, gives us meaning
How long does it take for a leaf to fall of the branches of a tree for fall
5 seconds? 8?
Whatever whatever. Point is!
The leaf doesn’t care that it’s a leaf, or that it fell, it just does.
We believe in time as a marker, a rule, a belief
Like a religion we follow the clock
Hitting that 9 to 5 job AGAIN
But me? I’m a Heretic of time
A reluctant believer
I FEAR time
I’m afraid that the time it took you to read this far that you forgot why you are even reading it in the first place
As I fall off this tree, I can’t help but think
I am a victim of time
Unable to withstand permanence among this unrivaled force in the Universe
I’m nothing but your memory
I’m just a poem
I’m a victim of time