Sunday, January 26, 2014

When


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There was a time I believed my dreams would come true,
now I no longer dream.
There was a time when my world was full of promise,
now it is empty as a lie.
There was a time when my heart was full of love,
now it is barren and dry.
There was a time when there were more years before me
than there were behind me.
Time waits for no man nor for no woman.
Time heals, yet time is so often the wound.
Time is the longest distance between two places
… and between two faces.
Time is delusion.
Time is a construct.
Time has four dimensions.
Time has no soul.
There is a time for everything
yet time is nothing.
Time is killing me, killing you,
while we are killing time.
Time teaches me I know nothing,
yet nothing teaches me like time.
When my time runs out,
when my light is gone from this life
and my shadow no longer falls on this earth,
who will remember my time here
but time itself.

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