the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 71 – Which Floor?

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It seriously – no, literally – takes forever to get where you’re going.

But when you get going, you know you’re growing,

and forever seems shorter then what it used to be.

After all, what is forever if you’ve never seen forever,

for forever is something purely inconceivable, more like unbelievable?

You select one option, then suddenly you’re headed there

Defying gravity, chewing through air

Moving at a speed you’ve never thought you’d need

Yet you’re there, you get there

To where you thought you were supposed to be.

So no, to get where you’re going doesn’t take forever,

for your perception of time is a concept without rhyme.

For time moves as slow or as fast as it wants to.

If it wants to, it will twist and bend, and turn its arms to welcome you again.

Sometimes its second hand will blend the minutes together

so quickly that you don’t have time to comprehend.

Other times, it will move snail-like, like the snail mail delivered so sporadically

that you really should never expect it to come at all.

So where are you going?

Up or down?


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