I hear the clock beating , but I can’t feel the time passing. For me a second for others , an eternity . Time seens to be flowing , but we can’t feel it. Second after second , minute after minute , but we still don’t feel. Changes appear , but we don’t seen to care. What is the meaning of time?
We see only what’s in plain sight , still there is so much more that time has to offer. It’s incredible how a second can turn into a year and we still feel like it never happened . I know time passes , but why can’t we see it’s beautiful work? Why do we , mortal creatures, have to be so blind, yet to be able to see so well?
Why do we have to be surr