what is time
what is this thing that goes on without pause?
if it did not pass, then where could it have been?
it must have been somewhere.
it has passed.
so where is it now?
it must be somewhere.
where did it come from? where did it go?
where did the process start? where will it end?
what is time?
these events
incidents, conflicts
every grief, every joy
every torment, every pleasure
every smile, every tear
every song, every scent
it may be the pain of a wound or the magic of a tender touch
one lonely voice or cries around
successes and failures assailing the mind
the upheavels of care, the tumult of the heart
all fellings, all emotions
are like leaves floating on the surface of water
as they swim along
now here, now there and now they disappear
gone from sight but there must be something flowing along
what is this river
what hill has it come from
to what sea is it going
what is time
sometimes i think
when i see trees from a moving train
it seems
they go in the opposite way
but in reality
the trees are standing still
so can it be
that all our centuries row upon row
are standing still
can it be that time is fixed
and we alone are in motion
can it be that in this one moment all moments are hidden
no future, no past
what has gone by is happening now
what will come about is happening now
sometimes i think
can it be possible
that this is true that we are in motion
we pass by
and what we imagine is moving is really motionless
moving, not moving
whole or divided
is it frozen or is it melting
who knows
who can guess
what is time?