long, round, or triangle
immerse them into time
and they all straighten into
line one day or the other,
running into oblivion
time dilutes every thing into
one dimension, a track
not even the minute second
has a second chance to run
into the present
The past was present, and the future will be present when it is. Interesting little piece. I prefere to exist where there is no time and just BE, but it's way difficult to do. 'The past is history, the future is a mystery, today is a gift. That's why they call it the present.' I've always liked that little saying. Linda :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A short yet captivating write John! ! Great read! ! *10*! ! Best regards! Friend Thad