by Jeffrey T. Bender
A trip down the walking road,
A path through the great unknown.
Where one life ends,
And so the story of time doth spin,
On and on,
Through thick, and thin.
A contemplative mind sits,
And revels in a tale of wits,
Atop a stump, and in a place,
Where no line shall define,
The flowing river of space and time.
And ever there shall he sit, defying a universal law.
And from his mouth, every now and again, shall emit,
A startling truth, "Time does not exist."
Last updated September 08, 2011