Time is a human creation
To harness the changes
That we are anxious of
Giving us a false sense of security
We are our own tormentors,
As we make ourselves constantly conscious
of life’s passage, as if time, life, stops,
as bodies do.
Perhaps there is truth in that old song,
The circle of life.
Time will die with me,
So I will honor it
While it is here,
And try not to worry
As it slowly escapes me
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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