What is time to a fool like me…
What is it you think you see
Give it a moment
You too will believe
Believe in the illusion of liberation
The walls of Hume’s fork
It is the warmth of the star that caresses your skin
The rhythm of the nearest track that drowns your ears
It is the sweetness to the bite of an apple and scent of the nectar that brings you further temptation
This is the false sensation
Time blinds you with its sweetest moments, leading you to think that you are free.
But, what was once warm will become cold.
What was once vibrant will become silent.
What was once sweet will become bitter.
What was once rich will become foul.
What was once a beginning will become an end.
Only to repeat it the process all again.
Imprisoned by the inevitable.