Time.

A paradox.

It’s all that I have, and it’s what I am always losing.

Linear and Circular

Spiraling and Zig-zag

Here and there

Back and forth

Absent and present.

It’s always here,

It’s always gone.

Always changing, never the same,

Yet each moment is so like each one that comes before.

Empty.
Full.

It gives hope.

It causes grief.

Traps me.

Frees me.

Bondage and opportunity mingle.

Sometimes there’s too much,

Often there’s never enough.

Afternoons are longer than days,
Moments longer than afternoons;
Some moments consist of eternity, suspended over another world.

To reach the other side is to traverse the unknown expanse.

Years disappear;

They reappear in instants.

Images. Pastiche. All jammed together
A cacophony of faces;
Smells, colors, and feelings.

Each moment, I die.

But otherwise, there would be no life.

Ah, the strange world of time.