The Duality Of A Moment

“As soon as you’re born, you’re dying..”

– Iron Maiden


Precious yet fleeting
Short but long
Stored in memories
Still lost in time

It comes in a flash
Leaves in a hurry
Held onto forever, goes
Missing without a trace

Whether the clock ticks
Or the calendar flips
What is perceived as time
Tracks single moments

One after another after…..
But never before a before
Like a car without reverse
Or sometimes headlights

Proceeds in one direction
Even though everything is
Happening all at once
“Time” still follows an arrow

No sense crying
Spilt milk won’t unspill
Your luck will not change
If a shattered mirror unshatters

There are no future memories
Only recollected experiences
Some as accurate or vague
As the holder wishes to remember



“There’s no time, we made it up. It’s a manmade invention, time. There are no numbers up in the sky. I’ve looked, they’re not there. We made this stuff up, when is it?

When the hell is it, when are we, I ask you, when are we? Sometimes we think we know where we are, but we don’t really know when we are. When the hell is it?

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Give you an example, there’s a moment coming, it’s not here yet, it’s still on the way, it’s in the future, it hasn’t arrived, here it comes, here it is, oh, shit, it’s gone.

There’s no now, there’s no now, everything is the near future or the recent past. But there’s no present. Welcome to the present, whoosh, gone again. It’s just so imprecise.”

– George Carlin