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Of all time measure units

Day is one true:

The rest are merely conventions

To human counting due.

The morning, noon, then evening, night,

Then dawn again – that’s always right:

There’s never other cycle —

A change unchangeable like a …

Like what, indeed? Like what?

Future’s horizon

We never reach

Stuck in the Present

And our memories

Future’s the cradle

Of our dreams

We’re freer there

Than we can be

By Past, in the Present, for Future we live:

What due to, what in and what for;

Past is the one which

We so quickly enrich,

Present’s a fiction,

Future, we miss and put off

Believe the Time Inside about its speed

For it’s the other one that cheats:

The one we check by glancing at a clock,

The one whose pace we take in as a shock.

The river flows,

The sunset glows,

The wind, forsaken, freely blows,

My timer quicker and quicker slows

And soon comes to a stand;

The heat still beats,

My pulse still reads,

I peacefully wonder where it leads

A rainy, rainy, rainy day

A good old chess game left to play…

I wish the day would stay

And I would play

Lifetimes away…

Time wears not

But it makes one wear

Some find it cruel

Some find it fair