POEM: THE STRUGGLE TO COMBAT TIME

THE STRUGGLE TO COMBAT TIME

Those memories are as far away from me as night elements in the invention of imagination.

The sky breathes in their discontent and exhales a relentless calm.

The soul that shrouds us, and brings life from within, is really the only light you need to drive with.

Time, as life is a clock piece, measures itself into geographies, landscapes and emotions that go on forever.

Our thoughts connect with each other not through space but exist as illustrating standing waves, painting non-visual pictures to remind ourselves where we came from.

We stand alone as a trillion facets, reflecting one another; and we are never alone.

The only emptiness that there is, is outside of ourselves, in a place that never existed.

Incompleteness and death are the contrivances of fear and ego, and also do not exist.

All our struggles are simply to combat time.