Time is the oldest invention,
yet there has never been a time which has been constant,
Change is constant to this life like a tic-toc time.
Was it time that invented the fact life is born,
Seeing time passing by, is a trap to this life cycle.
and the end to this sight is the end of life,
Seeing the right and wrong is the same;
Until the thought of right is a victim to stop wrong
And Wrong has to walk away from the infinite inconsistency of life.
Seeing is not measurable to the change which occur.
It is not seeing that is committed to life,
But time is definitely committed to its lifespam
Topic(s) of this poem: timeless
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