My mind tends to churn
the midnight oil it will burn
What is time to one
is timeless to another
if time controls what we do
then time won't fly
and to another, it just flew...
It doesn't make sense
So what is time is a concept
for us to measure and to expect
For those minds who accept
then time does not really exist
that's what I suspect...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem