What is this thing that we call time and when did it begin,
Will we ever be able to discern or should we just give in.
We could try and search the heavens but we will likely never know,
What time really is and what perpetuates its flow.
Time is but a constant that perhaps may never end,
But can time be reversed, can it alter, can it bend.
There is a space I know that time seems to have no power,
It can’t be measured by a second, a minute or an hour.
It is a rift in the constant, that time refused to allow,
And yet it moves through time and space infinitely known as now.
It’s a moment to be embraced and used to its extent,
Quick we are to learn that’s where all our time is spent.
It has been tagged as the present as some people have mused,
But the true purpose of the now has been mistaken and misused.
So if you find this useful and you wish to free your self from time,
Stay present in the moment and use the now as your prime.
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