Poet of the River
The Illusion Of Time(Thought) - Poem by Poet of the River
Time is no more than an illusion.
It is as quiet and as sly as can be.
Time is the best cure for confusion,
it is in time where the answers will be.
This god like force we cannot influence
Continues to rush by.
Its effects are constant and un stoppable,
no matter how hard we all may try.
Throughout time and throughout space,
there is a since of sincerity and love.
Out there is a sense of peace and grace,
raining down from the heavens above.
If I was the illusion of time,
The sky would pour me a river,
Of bright blues caressed by the reds of a setting sun.
Time would be my giver,
Of a past i would try to shun.
The life under my feet,
Would crawl out from beneath me.
My gaze would search the heavens,
And my eyes would finally see.
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