The Timeless Existence

Have you ever stopped to think about what life would be like without time? Most of us have a lack of it already-- but what if it didn't exist at all? They say there is no sense of time in Heaven, and yet, thinking about Earth without it is not always pleasant.

Where is the Moon; where is the Sun?

Where are the stars? Is the day yet done?

Where is the clock? There is no tick-tock

And the sands of the hourglass continue to spill.

 

What is the time? What is the day?

When did my sense of time go away?

In the desert today-- but what is today?

In the timeless desert, I have gone astray

And the sands of the hourglass continue to spill.

 

Why is this happening; when will my torment end?

All the universal laws seem to distort and to bend

I have infinite time, and yet I've none to spend

Everything is. Always. Reality is pretend.

This existence seems impossible to mend

And the sands of the hourglass continue to spill.

 

How can I win? What must I do?

Must I take an odyssey, journey to--

But wait! With no time I'm already there!

I have already arrived, but where... where...

I see in front of me a deadly stare

Of the timeless beast, Man's vicious scare

And the sands of the hourglass continue to spill.

 

And the sands of the hourglass are spilled on the ground.

Time is not to be found, no more shall any sound

Nor sight, nor smell, nor sign again show

What it truly means to say 'long ago'

Or 'burning time,' or 'wasting time'

'Out of time,' or serving time for a crime.

For the absence of time is what man fears

Whether it be minutes, weeks, months or years.

 

But for time to cease, it would be quite a shock

And in the way of our kind, Man would find new trouble, 

As surely as the mouse is the prey of the hawk.

The End

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