Why are giant clocks placed on the top of towering structures? I see time overseeing us, laughing silently as it watches us scramble through life trying to manage it, and yet, be governed by the movement of its hands.
so often misconstrued
We impose the finite nature of our lives on time, and fail to see the expanse beyond boundaries of the self. I see a lighthouse guiding us through dark, choppy waters to the next phase of our existence.
wheels carrying us
which we do not drive
but think we do
We are still struggling to decipher the relativity of our existence to time. Time travel remains controversial. Life after death is a belief. In the ultimate analysis, the universe is infinite and we have a limited life span that we can remember.
is wisdom, how I wish
the soul remembers
P.S. This is an ‘Alternating Prose and Poetry’ piece, not adhering to Haiku or Haibun rules.
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