∆ Just more poetic blah blah blahs pertaining to my belief and views on the subject of ‘time’∆

Looking at the clock

A minute has passed since my last glance

But the clock’s arms point to another story

Subjected myself to a quickened time perception

It slips by at an alarming rate

‘Time’ moving at such an enormous speed, well,

How could you not question time travels?

When hours seem like moments at most

Skipping time, point A to B, like travelling, respectively

I don’t believe we could go back to the seventies, no

It is the simple awareness and perceived time, versus actual measured time.

Its all the same in our curious minds

Whether it be hours, or days that go by

It’s no wonder I hate the term ‘time’

its just an illusion, created for mankind

Fulfilling their needs to measure everything

Place a label, put a number on it

Numbers, that’s a whole other story.

Time is, at least to me, is more so a space

Between the beginning and the end

Of any given subject.
Oh hell why why why do I bother on this

Because I was bored, and I never have ideas on what to write about

I just click new post and it seems to create itself

I never know what my clueless mind might bring

Maybe a nice poem, or just the thoughts that cross my brain

Sometimes its good, even surprising myseld at times.

Other times it lacks, and its just me blabbing away

Yeah so, what was I talking about anyways?

I can’t seem to think while my thoughts are racing
So, time travelling, to travel to another point in time, like a magical time machine that can bring you into the past or future, on a large scale, no, no, no. Or who knows. Maybe. 

I prefer the term, time skipping, in this sense

Essentially we are escaping time, when time escapes us.

I doubt this is appealing to those who feel like they are already running out of it.

More for those who, have too much in their hands, boredom an everyday culprit

We get to feel fantastic while mending the issue of this.

Terrific. Its a win win situation.

Win win win, actually, because it also opens up the door to creativity and imagination.

So I win win win while winning, because the win is won in more ways than one, maybe more than three but any more wins might be a little excessive, so while I’m winning I’m winning some more. And that’s the best part.

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