#Poetry Time Flies

Time Flies

 

As I write these lines, I take a moment to be still

And wonder if it’s true, when they say that time flies

But hey, when I look at the timelines, ‘tis time that’s still

And it’s probably I, who flies

 

For if a second were to be put into perspective

The transition of Caesium atoms, or the duration of periods of radiation

Would make no meaning in retrospective

To memories past or experiences at present, if you can still follow my narration

Of an era where time and memory are linked by energetic activity

‘Tis easy to remember a sequence of events in frames of reference

Or reminisce about circumstances of relativity or simultaneity

Like some distant moment in childhood, or whatever your preference

 

 

Beyond the fourth dimension, I ponder over the Alpha and the Omega of time

But before I run out of time and get ready to fly

Please allow me the time to finish my rhyme

For ‘tis not time that flies, but I

- John Koshy

(First written and posted 25^th March 2011)