This little verse is like a personal prayer. It means a lot to me.

I don’t write a lot of poetry. I don’t even class it as poetry. It’s just a thought I had one night. My father inspired me too.

There Is No Time

There is no time, things just is you see,

In the house of my mind where the child I did be.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days - structured things,

Are merely of my mind, man’s creation brings.

“Tempus Fugit” my old man used to say,

Nothing left to the world but my thoughts this day.

Flower, rock, beast and tree, none have much time for me,

For they just are, they exist in my mind you see.

Much like my whole earth, mountain, sky and sea.

None mark this friendless face and wish,

They were somewhere else where they’d be happier…. ish

No it’s not for me to want for time to pass,

For there is no better place for my spirit to last,

Than this universe, the one mind has gifted,

To one part of the whole, let my heart be lifted,

To the heights of the sky, to the heavens and say;

There is no time, just my thoughts this day.

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