we count the minutes between beginning and end but don’t cherish them
time only exists in the tools we created to measure the time
the sense of wanting a powerful desire is no match for time
an instant captured slows time, but only briefly still, we keep reaching
reaching shore to shore and traveling across time the river is bridged
the season changes but the days remain the same slowly tracing time
at that brief moment time is suddenly frozen is it dawn or dusk?
uptown jack 