Time is the hammer of the gods
Pounding out the meter of our lives with unrelenting hate
We hear their laughter as we try to forestall our fate
Time is money, but nothing is time but time.
The currency in which we cannot trade
It’s effects we attempt to evade
Each grain of sand is a moment of now and then
The hourglass drops them over and over and over again.
Don’t watch them fall, avert your eyes
Our disregard for it they do despise
When we live in the moment
We cause them torment
Their lightning bolts are chimes of the clock
They torture us with every tick and every tock
Making us worry about tomorrow
Is their way of bringing us sorrow
Living for this moment is our Valhalla
JArtB
FRIDAY, JUNE 18, 2021 AT 06:19