"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." - Albert Einstein
Time confounds the
space of things,
And illuminates with
illusion,
That nothing is for
real,
As all fades into
night,
Within the metronome
of thunder,
And the pendulum of
light.
For we pass within
the light of day,
Not seeing those who were,
Walking on the same
ground,
With invisible closed
doors,
Picturing in terms of
now,
All who were before.
Time counts footsteps
in this corridor,
Raising walls between
each hallway,
Not seeing all that
was still is,
Blocked by the forces
of entropy,
Concealing all that
was from is,
And all that is to
be.
We realize the scope
within our minds,
And the affect upon
decisions,
For all is vast
without limits,
And that knowledge
removes confusion,
Seeing our place in
perpetuity,
Understanding reality’s
illusion.
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