The Perpetual Dial and the Mystery of Reality
The dial of time is eternal,
Its cogs never rusting,
Never cracking,
And never giving in.
For time is with all things,
Either in space or
In the cytoplasm of our cells,
Time is there.
However,
Is reality as strong as time?
Is it unyielding
or does it let some things slip through the cracks?
Reality almost seems like a playground.
All these talks of things happening that we can't simply find possible,
That our reality can not handle.
For everyone's reality is different.
It matters where you live,
How you were raised.
You're knowledge of right and wrong
Might be different from mine.
The talk of ghosts and ghouls haunts us,
Monsters and aliens only expand our curiosity.
The ultimate reality is unknown,
What is true and untrue is lost to us yet,
Just out of our reach.
So yes,
reality maybe hold up a front.
That it is strong,
Unbreakable,
To the tides of change and discovery.
But it is not.
It never has been.
I could tell you something
that might completely change your reality,
While mine is unaffected.
For realities always change,
As they are just another cog in the dial of time.
As change is the conductor,
Turning and turning the dial and never tiring.
For time can not stop.
And your reality will not stay the same
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