Time is but an illusion

Revolutions on a clock

It tells us when we’re done

Stop and punch the clock

Mans little ritual showing times in play

Clocks are merely a contrivance for the boss

While real time has nothing to do with a day

Or the weight and measure of a moment’s loss

Like the raging waters of a flood

The rampant river of time pushes on

What doesn’t move is buried in the mud

Look back and notice tomorrows gone

We don’t control time, we’re forced to comply

Simply passengers aboard a slip stream ride

Watching the scenes of life go flying bye

Exits are available but from them we hide

Our ability to alter time is our little white lie

But it’s ok, make of illusion what you will

Sing, dance, and enjoy the ride with a smile

Seek out the best of life and get your fill

Because we’ll be in this illusion only a little while