Time Poem by Alex Fischer

Time a peculiar thing
Bendable by the hands of an unknown force
Yet unseeable to the human race

What is the basis of life?
Is it death?
Is it destruction?
Is it time that is created by the whips of Heaven and Hell that knows no bounds?

No one shall know the meaning of time
No one shall know the meaning of life
No one shall know pain and misery like mine

The swallow flies with the Eastern Breeze
Leaving into the Eastern Sea
Transcending into a world above
Not a world of love
Is the dove