Time
Consciousness, the mother of time and space,
Philosophies in history, we try to embrace;
Time is an illusion, a product of the mind.
Great thinkers have said,
it cannot be measured, nor reasoned in our head.
It cannot be frozen, imprisoned, or changed.
Nor is there a possibility for time to be rearranged.
No division or separation
between time and eternity can exist,
yet, even still, measuring time, man does insist.
Clocks, calendars, minutes, and hours,
the convenience of man,
Measuring time, the best that he can.
Attempting to harness times and all of its power,
Exhibiting faith that our lives will not grow sour,
this illusion of our minds,
for this one thing,
we call time.
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