I am Time
now let me tell
you the greatest
secret of all
i am the most
abused of all
by homo sapiens
i am eternally
chopped into
the tiniest of seconds,
minutes,
hours, days, years
to suit homo sapiens'
whims and fancies
they pigeonhole me
consign me
onto the wall
fingers and
legs bound
to walk round
round and round
to keep this human
fetish with their anatomy alive
but then i know
in the end i would
emerge the winner
released from human's tyranny
the fingers they
consign to me
pointing out to them
their greatest of fears death
while i continue to live
they would be worms,
dust and bones
i am Time
now let me tell you
one secret that
keeps me alive
above all
I am just Timeless
the thing you see
on the clock
on your wrist
are human illusions
of their own
transient existence
i am time
you cannot see me
you cannot touch me
you cannot hear me
you can only hear
yourself roaring
through me
and you are the real
clock chained onto me
you are verily a poets poet...timelessness of your craft the essence of your poetry.. remember john the true poet is he who breathes poetry, feels poetry before he reads words that pretentiously hawk and mock poetry..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have always pitied Time. Wonderful stuff, john tiong chunghoo!