TIRED OF TIME
Tired of Time—bound down with all its fetters
Numbers 1,2,3 and A,B,C of letters
The step-after-step constant chronologicality
Of ticking-tocking clocked-in clocked-out reality
Linear living lopes on from task to task
No oasis of just being in which to bask.
Tired of memory—the backpack of Time
Haunting the present with its distorted mime
And then what is the present tense, anyhow?
It moves into the past as fast as it is now
Unstoppable watch of an uneasy atmosphere
Time whips and goads and pushes year upon year.
Well what of the future—does it ever come?
Moving toward horizon keeps horizon on the run
Just so the future stays a state unreached
Hopes and dreams and visions upon its far shores beached
O Timelessness! O Eternity! Being’s true home!
Free from the press and pressure of Time’s metronome.
by Kristen Sykes