This song keeps running through my head by the Steve Miller Band, about time, you know the one- "Fly like an eagle."
So I wrote this to combat it.
What is time? After all it was invented by Man.
Day slips into Night, from Sun to Moon we live.
Spring yields to Summer, Winter to Autumn, Repeat.
We grow change, age, and wrinkle.
Our babies grow and have babies of their own, who grow.
The circle of life, we cannot change it, we cannot stop it.
Add the tick tock of the unwinding clock.
Why should I conform to the tick tock of your man made clock?
Who ever said this is what we must do.
As we age, time disappears, next thing you know we are at the end of our years.
I choose to follow the rhythm of the planet and stars.
Mother earth's song shall replace man's tick tock, and peace will carry me forth.
To the death of Time.
(c) Theresa Jacobs 2016
