As the night falls
I wonder what
Set the pace
Of Time
It moves
Freezes
Goes back
And forth
Yet always
Arrow of Time
Points always
Ahead
It circles
Around the
Life and Death
Beginning
And the End
I look at the stars
I look back
Millions of years
Wonder how do they
See our history
Unfolding
On a tiny
Blue Dot
Strange is the
Arrow of Time
Pointing into
Nowhere
Ticking away
Turning
Itself into ashes
Rising like a phoenix
Yet it always
Moves ahead
Stubbornly ahead
Leaving behind
Strange mute imprints
A sand dune there
Or a mountain here…
Mad Decadence 