time and mind never
meet eye to eye
time is a master
with limitations
anyone who has
a brush with it
will tell you why
it leads us all
down the wrong alley
and die
it is ying, the
female energy
darkness
a stasis in disguise
the mind is a master
of a heaven
of freedom
it is yang
the sun
light that
spreads life
and cheers
a mind just
refuses to be
shadowed
pigeonholed
it is an inquisitive
child all out on
his two feet
crawling, walking,
running, standing or
falling
time finds itself
all too
inadequate
to keep up
with the mind
or within the grasp
of its two hands
the mind
can be where it
likes to be
in as well as
out of time
any place
anywhere
time sadly needs
a space to
thrive, a
dimension
to give it
significance
a mind that
extends a
helping
hand to
help him
walk the walk