What is time?

The Time keeps changing,
Despite the clock constant circling.
The numbers aren't changing,
but memories keeps on fading.

As we grow and continue aging,
Time became something.
Something like nothing,
This nothing is also the beginning.

Begining that seems to never end.
Time seem to exist, and couldn't bend.
Even theories about it will fade,
But time remains the same.

History may or may not repeat itself.
Time may starts from 1 down to 12.
The cycle of time never end
But those who care will see the difference.

Others are running out of time
While others have plenty.
Even so, no one lived for eternity.
Not on this world nor at Galaxy.

So what is time?
Does it even exist?

Time may be defined differently,
But no one could solve it's mystery.
Time may be a repeat cycle of galaxy
Where the beginning became eternity.

There's maybe an ending to this motion
As long as an opposite force took action,
If Newtons law isn't enough,
Then what could it be?

What is it that could put an ending
To this endless beginning?
Or maybe time never existed.
And there's nothing to begin with.

Even this poem has an ending.
This ending came to the conclusion that,
The Mystery that the galaxy hold.
Will remain mystery that no one can unfold.


© lazycatpoems