TIme.
A confusing thing.
It swirls and whirls round you
And it never stops.
But does time really exist?
Do the patterns we make
In these seconds hours and minutes
Really exist?
No!
We Have invented these measurements.
These days weeks and months.
They have no relavence
To the orbit of our lives.
They simple construct
Another rule
To live by.
Time.
Is it what you think it is?
Is it the tick tick tick
Of the clock on the mantel?
Is it the pendulum Swinging
back and forth?
Or the moons rotating face?
Ahh, my friend.
You must learn
not to question these matters.
For these things exist my friend.
They are really there,
ticking
and swinging,
bonging
and pinging,
waxing
and
waning,
Time.
A confusing thing.
It swirls and whirls round you
And it never stops.
But does time really exist?
Do the patterns we make
In these seconds hours and minutes
Really exist?
No!
We Have invented these measurements.
These days weeks and months.
They have no relavence
To the orbit of our lives.
They simple construct
Another rule
To live by.
Time.
Is it what you think it is?
Is it the tick tick tick
Of the clock on the mantel?
Is it the pendulum Swinging
back and forth?
Or the moons rotating face?
Ahh, my friend.
You must learn
not to question these matters.
For these things exist my friend.
They are really there,
ticking
and swinging,
bonging
and pinging,
waxing
and
waning,
Time.
