Time's An Illusion Poem by Edwina Reizer

Time moves slowly until you look back.
The past was a runaway train.
Carrying with it so much of your life
that's impossible to explain.

But time's an illusion in this 3-D world
and reality becomes obscured.
And everything that was part of your past
is a picture of how you endured.

As we age short term memory wanes
but long time memory stays.
I hold on tight to those long ago things.
Who cares what I ate yesterday?

While awaiting something that's in my future
I wish that train would move fast.
So I guess it's best to slow myself down.
'Cause even that won't last.