We measure time in minutes
But does the flow really change
When the 1 on my screen becomes 2
Or is it just an attempt
To decipher the cosmic,
Make it mundane?
The seconds tick away
But the flow of time remains the same…
A life of constructs
Is it really true that you want to break free?
Be untethered and aimless in the void?
Or are you simply holding onto a broken harness
Not realizing what truly makes it broken
But simply herding and blaming the idea of a construct itself
But let’s stop this flow of thought and instead talk about the flow of time
And how it’s real and not
At the same time.
Author’s Note: Honestly does this poem even make sense? If it did to you, do share, and comment, and if you really want to and feel up to supporting it, you can pay what you want!
