Time is a manmade construct
That doesn’t really exist
It’s just a way to measure
From here to there; that and this
All time is within this moment
The present, past, and future
Only remembered exactly now
And bound with mental suture
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Time is a manmade construct
That doesn’t really exist
It’s just a way to measure
From here to there; that and this
All time is within this moment
The present, past, and future
Only remembered exactly now
And bound with mental suture
Stoic Poetry