As the clock ticks, I wonder if, time really exists;
the future of the past is present, Einstein says it's relative…
quatrz vibrates, at precise rates, maintaining pace;
registering seconds, independant of wormholes in space…
hours & minutes are man-made, the day is God's phrase;
making way through a maze of daze seems to be childsplay…
universal standard standing alone? explain the time zone;
it's 8:40 where you read this, but 10:40 in my home…
daylight saving? amazing, yet another deviation;
ways of placing situations in man's hands for complication…
some say it's the fourth dimension, other's say it's of the essence;
even more say there's none to loose, so why keep stressin???
it flies when we're having fun, but has no wings;
the greatest parlor trick without smoke, mirrors, or strings…
Webster's says it's a period, and all exists within' it;
but existance is only in it, explain a time-limit!!!
a double standard perhaps, yet it's questioned by none;
so many parallels, it's hard to tell, which is the right one…
an intangible animal, who's bounds are not expandible;
yet it appears within itself, for the human hand to channel…
travel in it has been pondered, by man for years;
but with it, destruction, repercussion and fear…
the conclusion is, like Rubik's is, a puzzle for the mind;
Oh wait, Gotta bounce, Would you look at the time!?!

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