Tangles of Time

Running on time's treadmill,
We pass through our days as life flashes by.
The clouds roll one without stopping to look at those they pass.
The sun rises and sets.
Twilight is inevitable, as is death.
Though humans drop off the planet like flies time goes on.

Infinity is a dark abyss, clarified to no one.
Minutes tick by,
Calenders are marked,
The pages of life flash by giving no one the time to read the book.
There is no ending,
No beginning.
The plot is thick as molasses but no one will see the outcome.

Ink spills,
Words are written,
Phrases are said,
But all these are lost in the tangle of time,
The web of mysteries that are Infinity.

Like water trickling in the streams,
Thoughts of the mids seap through one's concious.
Flashed in front of one's eyes, only to be frogotten seconds later.
Never written down,
Never spoken aloud.

Time expands and multiplies like weeds in a graden.
It chokes that which gets to close,
Rebels against those who try to tame it.
Seeming to go away,
Only to spring back up the next day.

Darkness swells, expanding every minute.
Light fades away along with existence.
Time will continue even when days ceases to exist.
This is the truth of the mystery.