time--what a concept.
Never got my mind around the no-time concept.
there is no time, the past, future, all our imaginations,
collective sighs of memory.
time--what a waste
we all get the same number of hours, it's just when we choose to spend it--
watching a sunset or a baby crawl across the universe of the living room floor,
or living inside a fluorescent-lit office when it's raining outside and trees are growing
new leaves under their skin, waiting for spring to show off.
but, if you are living a reality I left years ago, it quite nearly killed me, then where are you?
'cause you're thinking of telephones and managers and where you got to be at noon. . .
my apologies to C, S & N