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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
