Time Flows

The element no one sees. It continues on forever.

Time passes.

It passes, not through us, or around us.

Not near us or for us.

Not for anything.

Yet it passes.

Time, is an odd thing.

It’s not a thing,

But it’s not fake either.

Some may say it is an illusion,

And others may say it’s merely,

A dream.

Some want it so dearly.

To aid them in their struggles.

Others would rather it didn’t exist.

So they could continue to live in their pleasures.

Despite both of these sides,

Time passes.

Time, is not here or there.

It is not visible nor invisible.

It is not mine, or yours,

Or anybody’s.

Perhaps,

It is not even for the universe.

Then what is it for?

Time, just goes as it wills to go.

It flows throughout all the worlds,

All the space.

All the lands, the seas, the houses, the docks, the schools, the jobs, the misery, and the joy.

However life is perceived by us,

Time does not care.

This lack of care is not for any offensive reason,

But simply because,

It has no feelings.

Time does not move faster, or slower,

Specifically for us.

Time was and is a constant.

When the reptilian dinosaurs ruled the earth,

Up to when humans killed the earth.

It never changed,

And it never will.

Time was then, and it is now.

It will be in the future.

Once all we know has ended,

Time will keep going.

It will keep going to the unseen end of eternity.

What is eternity?

So many human ideas and philosophies,

But only one element truly knows.

That is Time.

Time knows everything.

How the start begins and the finale ends.

How the new horizon shines, and how the last moon sets.

How the spark of life ignites, and how the drop of death falls.

For all these things it knows, yet it does not weep.

It does not cry in pain or happiness.

It has no feelings, not by the ones we judge by.

It only knows,

And carries out the story that it writes.

A story that Time itself may not be aware of,

Yet it crafts it anyway.

We may hate the flow of time,

We may love the flow of time.

Either way,

Time passes on.

It’s a hard thing,

To accept the passage.

When you lose the closest most beloved things,

Because time took it away.

When the exact prize you wanted,

Is stolen,

Because Time didn’t want you to have it for very long.

Is that Time’s fault?

Is Time really a criminal,

Or is it an entity that just does what it does?

It can heal the wounds of the greatest pain,

The stab of the longest blade,

The shot of the most precise gun.

The methods by which we may not agree with,

But it heals.

As time moves on,

So does us, and so does the universe.

Bad will go and new will come.

Time passes,

And that is all it ever does.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Loved the theme here and the sentiments you express in this expansive piece on time. You cover much ground but I felt you were searching for things to write rather than writing from the heart. Often less is more I'd say here.

[Connor Shane]

Thanks! I was just writing about how I thought of the concept of Time. Whatever part of the idea that came to me I wrote it down into this.