Time
And you said your name and I knew it
And I said I knew, but I don’t
I don’t know where the line falls
What’s the differentiation
But you are always
Running in a hurry while laughing
And I’ve tried to catch you
In fact, you give it to me
Your time
Is it an issue of place?
Can’t you sit still for a moment?
No, I suppose not
Wait up for me?
If we go by you, I’m so far behind
Not the interloper in my mind
The very fabric of moving forward
Those moments I hate you and you gaze at me with those voids of eyes
When you won’t answer my questions
Are you of the Universe?
A product of it?
Do you transcend the Universe and all its phenomena?
A promise of existence?
You were here before biology
A law
That to be
In any form
Means to be at your whims?
Or do you simply watch?
An existence like any other?
You seem cunning
Really, Time, is its own trickster god
It folds
People view it as a straight line
But I never see you running in the same place twice
Always a different direction
Always a different meaning
Places don’t stay the same where you’ve been
I said I know
The same, separate
You have hints of eachother
One promises the other
You flow
There’s a beginning of you
So there’s an end of everything else
But once you’re here, do you ever stop running?
Even once all the lights have gone out and there’s not a soul left here
Will you still be?
Are you a rule?
あるから時
いるから時
When I ask if everything can just stop for a moment
You throw your head back and laugh with an insanity that only you can create
Stop?
Yes, I know it’s a funny joke to you
Sitting in a place together
Where we can both be
One where I’m not a child trapped in madness
Were you ever a child?
Do you ever grow old?
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