The Observer of Time

The ground moves as I stand still
My eyes gaze with weakness
Cars dash past me with great speed

The Complex Labyrinth seems to move in circles, somehow endless
The same events one after another,
Yet every once in a while a new pattern sets and repeats
That is the only true way I know I am moving . . .

I see without eyes
I hear without ears
What illusion scorns me when I am alone
What am I . . . ?
I wish to move with the cars,
But my mind searches for the Grand Perspective,
to stop and see the Complex Labyrinth Clearly.

-written fall of 2005 (high school freshmen poetry)

I like this, it's a fun and imaginative way to imagine the concept of time. Time itself is such an interesting thing to ponder; surely there cannot be too many poems on the subject! Thanks for adding one more

-Kevin