The {E}Motion of Time

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August 16, 2015 by The Girl Made of Words

  

We are ever moving across time

Even when we are still

It lurches past us 

In silent ways

.

We each have our very own

Span of time

On this earth 

.

And we share this spot of now

With everyone and everything that is

At this point in history

.

Sometimes I wonder what judgements

Future generations will pass 

On how we are choosing to spend it

Even now 

.

Will we evolve into a species

That will one day bypass 

This perpetual rhythm of life

.

Will they think us

Overly simple

Or overly complicated 

.

Perhaps a little of both

.

One of the most marvelous gifts of time

Is that it flows differently for everyone

.

My concept of an hour

Is much different from yours

.

Yet the clock ticks a precise crawl

Across its face 

.

I love the idea of stretching my mind

Far beyond the human time table

.

Thinking of planetary life cycles

That dwarf our time here most significantly 

.

And then I think of a mere insect

Having to learn all of life’s secrets

At such a rapid pace 

.

But here we are

Occupying this patch of time

Every one of us

.

And I sit, still

While time washes past me

And I ask, 

What will we say 

What will we do

With our time in the sun?

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