I

fingers tapping on the eternal drum of time
hands on the clock going round and round
circling the same circle
revisiting the same numbers
every moment an infinite deja vu
until one day
the batteries die
the fingers stop tapping
and the clock hands stop swaying

II

What have we left at the end of time?
only echos of the rhythmic beating
the beautiful sound we took for granted
and thought would never be ceasing?
and I ask, what have we left at the end of time?
our physical reality and being?
which disintegrates before us now
our material possessions and valued treasures?
evaporating like water from a glass long left

III

What have we left at the end of time?
but our thoughts, our souls, our beliefs
what have we left at the end of time
but the truth,
the truth of who we are and where we're going
only at the end of time does awakening begin
only if we believe in a world beyond the world of time
will there be a world waiting for us

Meghan

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