Time

Tomorrow doesn't really exist. 
this thought is something we resist.
Today is all there is, it's always today
could be the right way.  

Tomorrow is still today but you can call it 
tomorrow anyway.  Who said tomorrow 
came after today, and why
 is yesterday called that anyway? 

If we saw the world as one place and time
it might just ease our minds. What is time
 if not another lie, it just the sun passing by. 

Tomorrow is still today, no matter what people
say. Tomorrow is a figment of man's 
imagination. Today is the reality 
of the real situation. 

What if there was no calendar or clock 
progress we will still carry on believe it or
not. If there were no time, all would be real
what you say and what you feel. Look at nature, 
or the sunshine without time on the mind. 
What would happen if we could leave it
 all behind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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