Late.
Early.
Epithets with their own meaning
We rush to arrive late
Arrive early without effort
The stressors of time are so fleeting
What does it all mean, in the entire grand scheme?
When our perception of it
Is so pedestrian
We assume we really know
How time truly flows
Is it linear, a ripple, or something in-between?
If time flows in a straight line
Someone please explain why
We’ve coined the terms
Ground hog and Deja vu
I believe some of us have been here before
And experienced this game we call life
And others are living it anew.
I say this all to say that time has a funny way of revealing
At the moment we’ve totally given up;
When we feel most defeated
Exactly where we’re supposed to be
And exactly what we’re supposed to do
You just have to navigate the noise
Separate the genuine from the un-true
