Time is but a phantom
A man-made construct
A dictator to our
Where’s and when’s

Running our life
Taking our hands
And guiding us
Where schedules won’t end

The sun will rise
The sun will set
But time does not exist

All that once was
All that there is
Will forever persist

Our bodies will come
Our bodies will go
But even they won’t resist

Time is but a phantom
An inevitable construct
That we create
To generate
A life
That makes sense
To us

©2018 Angel K Will   |   angelkwill.com

One response to “Time”

  1. […] it took so long for me to experiment with that idea. You can check out the poem by clicking here.2 I’m sure all this squinting is doing nothing for the wrinkles around my eyes (sorry […]


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