In the bus I sprint with my thoughts
I see all kinds, all races and all sorts
Hey, I have not kissed red lips like yours
Not today, yesterday or ever like before
And then I let my thoughts wander
To a world conceived by blunders
For many, the painful agony
Of having no access to money
Does not compose a sweet harmony
In time we make decisions
We arrive to conclusions
And time is an illusion
A concrete faceless institution
So let us all walk the roads
Examining the secret codes
Lets witness the critics and hypocrites
Who runaway when faced with defeat
In an era of a styled structural evolution
We are witnessing a cultural revolution
Used is anything on multiple infinite occasions
That inspires to brainwash an educated nation
And in time
Gadgets, media, papers and the Internet
And in time
The centuries see new social movements
And in time
With spoken promises, the politicians tease
And in time
There is poverty and wide spread disease
In time we make decisions
We arrive to conclusions
And time is an illusion
A concrete faceless institution
Always on a sweet or destructive timely mission
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Nice poem with plenty of thought Sylvia. Your right there is no such thing as time, everything changes and continues to change from each moment to the next, except of course your own true self. Bob