TIME

It’s early morning, time wears on and solitude’s my friend,

The hours drag. I ask myself, “When will this hour end?”

But that is asking Time to time Time, something has to give,

It’s like asking a ruler: “Tell me, how long will you live?”

Then I remember, Einstein said both time and length can bend,

So what then, if this present hour never seems to end?

Does that mean I have time enough to walk faster than light?

If so, Einstein and I will have a metaphysical fight.

I’ll have my walk this morning in a relativistic way,

But then when I get home will it be on the previous day?

Well, no. Time always moves along in only one direction,

There is no chronological mirror that sends back light’s reflection.

You hold an egg out in your hand and drop it to the floor,

The egg will smash and won’t return to how it was before,

There’s only one way you are now, but countless ways to be,

So going back to how you were is something you won’t see.

Things grow increasingly disordered, that’s called entropy,

You can observe it or prove it experimentally,

It’s called time’s arrow, and the cosmos is a one-way street,

You have to live it, it’s the one thing you cannot defeat.

Imagine, if you lived your life by very strict conditions,

You’d be allowed to live forever, with no inhibitions.

Would you accept? The fear of death would force you to say yes,

But then the fear of endless time might make you wish for less.

Let’s say, to qualify, you had to live your life again,

You’d fear so many years, but it was just three score and ten,

If living your life over twice filled you with trepidation,

Then maybe you’d begin to see the sense in termination.

So you may want a peaceful death, I know that’s what I’d choose,

But others might prefer a mighty bang, nothing to lose,

Or lay warmly in bed, and feel their mind just ebb away,

Without knowing which day, at last, would be their final day.

I peeked through mortal curtains, and I glimpsed eternity,

I realised that life that long would be absurdity,

And nature’s way, one death, would be relief and not a test,

So our reward for living all that life would be a rest.