Time?

I think and I’ve thought, how long God alone knows

How time is a thing more fleeting than song

Yet that doesn’t quite tell, what I’m trying to say

For time is but a thing, that exists but a day

It’s not truly real, but a thing that we feel

Trapped in this skin, chained to this wheel

Made so we’d ponder all the sweet blessing of life

Wonder and awe as it fades, tick tocks through the night

 With forlorn and yearning, it captures our minds

Imprisons our hearts, makes desperate our sighs

A dream built of legend, bright illusion at best

Made for the dreamer, the lover and those seeking rest

Most Temporal and false, a delusion of wits

No more truly eternal, than sweet lemon tits

Time is the essence of falsehood and lies

But a reason to tremble, to shudder and cry

Time is like color, which only lives in our minds

Not till the time comes, the truth shall we find

For how can eternity quite ever be true

If judged by a clock, with hands and a screw

For if God never started, no birth did he pang

Yet always just was and forever will stay

Then time can’t exist, nor clocks measured ticks

Count the days since his birth nor the time till his death

For It’s only when time, dissolves and runs dry

That our God has no birth and we shall not die

(c)2010 Tim Wilkinson & Wayne Wilks