This was one of my earlier poems but one that I have always felt attached to. For one thing I like how the imagery came out and the concept of time (an artificial creation of man to confine himself to his believed fate) has always interested me.
Time
I feel the currents of time
pull at my feet.
The flow of a thousand images
passing through me.
Where single footsteps create
thousands of ripples.
The swirling winds of purpose
tear down mountains.
Where oceans become deserts
and deserts to forests.
I see the world drift and flow by
like a spring stream.
Where time and earth mix to show
past and future
in the blink of an eye.
I feel the currents of time
pull at my feet.
The flow of a thousand images
passing through me.
Where single footsteps create
thousands of ripples.
The swirling winds of purpose
tear down mountains.
Where oceans become deserts
and deserts to forests.
I see the world drift and flow by
like a spring stream.
Where time and earth mix to show
past and future
in the blink of an eye.
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