If I could only roll back the tides of time;
before all those mistakes I’ve made;
perhaps, I could experience love, sublime;
instead of becoming reality, decayed.
Does time actually have an ebb and flow;
does it speed up and slow down?
Does it have a special place to go;
or is it simply always around?
Is time an energy with nothing to do;
or motion that gives space a reason?
Is it something that affects me and you;
or, just an illusive season?
Perhaps time is a scroll of reality;
without any beginning or end;
or maybe it denotes all finality;
and was sent to the earth to blend.
Time has no effect on the winds and waves;
no impact on their ebb and flow;
though it is etched on rocks and graves;
and tells us when we’re to go.
We know that time is able to go forth;
can it also go backwards instead;
for if we can go south as well as north;
is there not something to be said?
We’re able to go backwards within our mind;
and recall times long since forgotten;
so if by awareness, reality’s defined;
how can it be; all past has turned rotten.
Reality exists as a cycle of seasons;
all summers are just a cycle away;
and in our minds, for any reason;
last summer can, forever stay.