Time - a magnificent illusion,
Stands still and then appears to fly,
We need it to avoid confusion,
We treasure it, then wasted it... Why?
It's now, it's always now - tomorrow
Will never come, we wait in vain,
Our bodies change, our minds remain,
We don't own anything - we borrow.
I'm writing now or now you're reading?
We may be centuries apart,
Which year is about to start?
The time is now. Where are we speeding?
Time - a magnificent illusion...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2011
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