What is time?

Better with music

I tried to understand the concept

But it wasn't very clear

What is this human construct

That we follow so blindly.

I try to ask the animals

To see if they could know

But they looked so free

No time in their flow.

Animals don't have time

They have the present moment

For them it's enough

And they just feel as content.

Then I watched a clock

And thought "what is this?"

Who invented it and why

If we already exist.

I don't have the answers

But I would like to feel

Why does time exist

When nothing seems real.

Then I counted hours

To see if I could undertand

Why is time so hard on us

When we just want to stand.

Time is fictional

Just exists in our head

Because before it existed

All was simple instead.

I asked the universe

If he knew anything about it

He said that in a circle

There's no measure for reality.

Mysterious ways

To follow time to time

But time is not real

It's made by the human mind.

The hours pass and pass

And time does not exist

Just ignore the past

An idea that persist.

And then time asked

"Why did you created me"

Like some alien technology

That should no longer be.

I don't want to count

All the days of a year

Because for me, time

Is a pure state of fear.

Of a time that never came

And a time that never was

Recreating all the memories

That should not make a fuss.

I wished I could forget

And pass time in vain

Because if there's no time

There could also be no pain.

Let go of these chains

And come with me, be free,

Time is just a reflection

Of what ceases to be.

From time to time

I think of this

But what is time

If we don't exist?

I keep thinking

All the thing in my head

That should I free myself

But I'm stuck instead.

Of all that I am

And all I need to do

Like a timeline of my life

I don't know the future to.

Why keep this goals in mind

Of a tight schedule of being

When the present is the true

And purest form of living.

I keep counting dates

As if they have some meaning

But if there was no time

I wouldn't have this feeling.

Humans made numbers

So I keep counting,

Hoping one day they become

A reason for smiling.

Forever on my mind

Everything stands still

Passing the strands of time

I know that I will.