Time Wrap

Each tick of the clock is a part of history,
Nothing is predestined,
Acting by the clock is an illusion,
There are more dimensions to this game.

One moment seems to be like a life time,
And years flash by like dots in a line.
Chronology is not the only science,
Close thy eyes; there is a life in the nothingness of being blind.

Playing in the battlefield,
Screaming in the heart,
Nothing is greater,
Everything will be left behind.

Beyond the end lies innocence,
the freshness of not fearing to lose,
is the greatest gift,
turn the steering, try a new drift.

Weeds are also necessary,
Flowers are not the only beauty,
Knowing oneself in void of time
is the path to break the time wrap…