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Four Hours Forward. Four Hours Back.

Poetry By: walkingonfate
Poetry


Tags: Time


Time can be very, very confusing sometimes.


Submitted:Dec 22, 2009    Reads: 104    Comments: 9    Likes: 6   


I can't help but ponder, over the mysteries of time

They confuse me, uproot me! and my peacefully settled mind

If we were to walk the same Earth twice,

Then walk back, only faster, thrice -


Does that mean we have altered time?

See what I mean? It has uprooted your mind.

So I sit similarly to you, at a desk on a chair

I breathe, you breathe, we breath the same air


Yet not only are we many thousand miles apart

(Despite the consistency of our beating hearts)

We walk and breathe and eat and play

Simultaneously, in different hours, on different days


We read a word, on the count of three

And yet, you've already said it before me

Or is I that has raced ahead of time?

And your the one, that is left behind?


Unsure of where I truly stand

Quite literally, if you understand

This game that time has played

Has left me quite dismayed


Confused if so, we are both this time

but never at the same time, mind!

You see, we are racing, on the same track

Just Four Hours Forwards. Four hours back.

Fate x







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