Milliseconds sprints to seconds, you miss them in a blink,
Seconds into minutes, these precious minutes but a moment, gone
Ticks into hours, the hours never seem enough as they roll into days
Days rush by into weeks, one week seems so long, they signal the end of months
Months leaps into years, the years hurry by
And as we look back on the time gone before our eyes, we pause
We wonder, where has all my time gone, look back at the troubled years
Problems so daunting and smile, time like everything else is relative
Everything is temporary in the infinity of time
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
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