Time

An inverted delusion of the mind Whether it is well or defined An apocalypse of moments flash by In our humble life's time. Whether we use them sparingly Or use them foolishly they are ours Do we waddle away these gifts Or do we treasure them as they pass? It is all in how we convert the measurements. Picking up what is given to despence Them as we wish, peice by piece Or all at one time, it is our choice to make Our we bound by our destiny or by faith alone? Do we have the choice or is it predesigned Is it an inverted delusion of our mind Whether it was well spent or defined As an apocalypse of moments splash by. Do we hoover just above the line Waiting for that moment to drop And then rush forward to the edge Destiny waiting for us to plunge head on Splattering across the ocean of space Into the never ending emptiness that awaits Where time is irrelevant and hopeless To the idea that time remains the same An apocalypse of time speeds never Ending forward ,grasping us by the hand And spinning us into an everlasting Momentum of scurrying emotions The moment in which we were predestined To venture upon, whether by moments or by well defined movements that happened To invert our minds, whether we or defined.