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.
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