Things appear out of control,
Out of our wanted mental grasp,
Of our undying pride
That we have to have all the power.
For this is how we were raised and taught.
Don’t I know that!
Even knowing that time,
That we think is controlled by the clock,
Is an illusion,
It doesn’t help
When I sense it run through my fingers
From my holding it so firmly.
That’s when I stop caring so much for it
And no matter how much depends on
I still say,
Mostly to myself:
Allow yourself some time
Give a chance to self
Look into the blow of wind
And you may see something different
That you’d miss in a rush,
Or doing something else
That is really of no importance.
Excuse your own ignorance,
Or bad mood,
And move on noticing things
You may have never seen otherwise.
As the world appears unique with time
Within one day,
Same places lit by the sun from different angles,
At the same time
Loads of useless information
Create a sight
Of how things are to be.
But if we take a closer look
At all these memos and agendas
They disappear as smoke gone in the wind,
Providing you with time
To do something special and lasting
That you maybe cannot even describe with words