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| Edited by Randy Sturridge |
Time is an Illusion, A product of man’s delusion
In an attempt to ascertain a structured solution
We have become prisoners of this disease
Micro=managed, controlled, meeting other’s needs
We no longer strive to achieve self-satisfaction
We are sadly a bi-product of time’s distraction
Always chasing time but never quite catching
We keep on seeking, we keep on fetching
Timely presence warrants minutes on trial
Slaves to the seconds that we have so styled
Living in denial we have lost sight in living
To busy, distracted, sacrificing and giving
Our life is lost and what is the cost
Happiness iced over and time is the frost.
Unfortunate causalities of man’s understanding
As time progresses time becomes more demanding
Slaves we are and slaves we’ll be
Until some soul comes and sets us free
4 comments:
Excellent write Randy, really good job crafting this, well-done
Nice one... you could try a follow up about retirement and suddenly having all the time in the world and not knowing what to do having lost the ability.
haha the second comment was removed by a blog administrator...what does that mean? It wasn't me. Weird.
Anyway...That is a good idea time in excess....thought a thought just came to mind. whether it be too much time or not enough, the problem is still time itself...best only to let it go..
A way in which to approach this would be the law of attraction...You just gave me my next poem...Thank you sir...
Just finished two more..goin up in a minute. Thank you for your insight, perspective...and feedback.
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