It moves with the determination of ages,
the sight of sages and the song of eternity.
It gathers itself without a trace...
except in the pages of our lives
and nowhere in all that time...
does it care for you, or I
Unconcerned with our ages,
Unnoticed are our sages,
and with perfect silence,
it ages all of us.
Our certain end will arrive.
All clock ticking aside.
As certain as the sunrise,
our life will end.
All will end.
when all matter ceases to exist.
when all form no longer binds.
When the timeless ends in voided dreams.
There will still be endless time.
No time to believe nor time to conceive,
no time to perceive.
It exists only in our minds, or does it.
What causes the watch to tick.
Is it the spring or the action of it.
What causes the spring to unwind.
Is it the coiled power or simply the mind.
Time passes without notice.
Despite our daily reminders.
Watches, clocks and calenders.
Heart beats and tears.
How do we know its measurement?
Is it the minute we have designed?
Is the hour only a figment,
just a creation of our mind.
I wonder if Time is the aging that our mirrors suggest? Or, would we "age" without time? Is that possible? Is age, time? Hmmm... maybe, but if it is ...then where does it end? How can age be time, when you age you end, but time does not end. So, we show the effect of our aging, but time...I think time is different then aging. I think we exist within Time, but time doesn't know or care. I think time is unfeeling, unknowing, non-reasoning, and certainly unintelligent. I think it may be a "thing" or a "existance" or maybe a "condition." But, what do you think?
Written July 27th, 2004