Time, Too

Time, Too

Of all the many mysteries
in the world
Only one keeps taunting me..
It’s name~
Time.

Time is that mystery
Which no one can understand
it keeps on going
with
or without
That helping hand.

It will never stop
It will never begin again
It will never die

And still
It is a mystery
I do not understand
Completely

It was never created
Time will never be destroyed
It’s only measured

In different ways
By different people
Who do not understand time.

it keeps on going
with
or without

That helping hand.

Copyright 1986 Erica