Time Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

I'm a child of the universe,
Lost in the labyrinth of time and its relentless revelation,
Clutching the lights and shadows of past, present and future,
Limping along a lonely lane of oblivion.

If time is the author of my life,
The story it unfolds has no plot.
There'll be much writing and re-writing;
And then - no change; not even a dot.

If time is a video-recorder of life,
It captures everything it'll find -
Every moment, every pause or cause;
No stopping - no reset; nor auto-rewind

If time is the river of my life,
It flows free, searching for a serene sea,
Deep and dangerous is its carefree course -
A river of no return with no guiding lights for me.

Time is all these and more.
Its magic wands shape and re-shape us - big or small,
It re-plays tricks or treats with passion raw,
In a dizzy world of dreams and magic for us all.