Measures of Time

Time flows like a river

A river with no end

No end, no obstacle

Nothing to hinder the path of time

But what measures time?

The ticks of a clock?

The beats of a heart?

The taps of a foot?

What goes on between the ticks?

Between the beats of the heart?

When the foot isn’t tapping?

Does that mean time has stopped?

But time never stops

Does this mean we are timeless?

That time is only a mere restriction?

That time is merely a way to measure our lives?

Our lives, or what we make of it

The things we do

The places we go

The people we meet

Does time really make a difference?

A different in what we make of our lives?

Or is time just a reminder?

A reminder of the very thing we’re running out of?

Time is like a river

A river that we sail upon

The flows and currents are beyond our control

But whether we fight the currents or not can affect everything

Time flows like a river

A river with no end

No end, no obstacle

Nothing to hinder the path of time