Thinking about time, pondering
why is it that as I do that I sit back.
Is it the distance that I need,
the perspective, another angle
to see the past, divine
the future.
What is it about time?
The time for me
the time for you?
How do you know when
the time is right
or even wrong,
who divines that,
who judges that,
who defines that?
So I live my life by a clock,
telling me when the time
is right, but still
there seems more
it is just beyond what
I perceive but yet I sense it.
How is this a part of my time?
Maybe it is yet a part of
another time,
another me.