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THE GRAVEYARD OF TIME





THE GRAVEYARD OF TIME

Living on the edge
of a razor-sharp blade
of the present time,
we hope for a better tomorrow
that is never going to come.

Continuous conversion of
future into the past
leaves us living on the time-line
between the future and the past.

We create the past
by our action on time-line,
with limited control
on the outcome of our action.

Unknown factors
from the unborn time
affect our past,
regardless of our action..

Like a twig in the flood
has no control
over its destination;
we have no control
over our own destiny.

The unborn time
turns into the past,
it becomes our life
like a graveyard of
the unborn time.

Never-ending process
of conversion of time:
future into past is
unidirectional  and
travelling into the future
could only happen in a dream.

We live between the future
and the past on the time-line;
infinitely small- almost zero time;
end-product is our life,
the graveyard of the time.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
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