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Minutes Become Years

Updated on August 17, 2012

Touched with life
Before consciousness was born
Within the womb of my mother’s fears
From meaning I was torn
What dream can be devised by others
Or as an unwelcome apparition
To challenge my existence
No matter my ghostly condition
The intention of perception
Beyond that which I could possibly see
All progress is now measured in moments
To slow life until I learn to believe
To be invested in caring
And heartened motive
The fields of limitation
Frustrate ambitions narrative
Useless beyond giving
Stress for recompense
The oceans in my longing
Wonder of slavery for pretense
In the hopes of a child
And in the mind of a father’s fears
To meaning I was rejoined
As I watch minutes become years


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      Mark Lecuona 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Mhatter99 - Yeah and it seems to be accelerating...

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      I have been there too. Time, for me, is relative.