It seem so far away,
The distance of time,
As it gathered into dust,
And became nothing.
It was as if a tumble weed had passed by,
Took all the people and things around it,
And threw them into the land of Oz.
At a glance, all this happen,
All this hearsay of words,
Spread about like in a scrabble game,
Puzzled to become one.
As in universe of one's own,
One doesn't find what one is looking for,
Until the right time comes,
And then all of a sudden the equation is solved.
And then, and then,
A rush of time comes walking in,
Takes us all into a lost civilization,
And we forget who we are or who we were.
Everybody becomes someone else,
As in a novel, except everybody rotates,
Doesn't stay the same,
Making everything and everyone lost in confusion.
At a glance, time passes by,