English: Two girls playing the classic harp, Caracas, Venezuela. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sing us the *song* of time
*Pitch* that widens our possibilities
*Lyrics* that spells out our boundaries
The *recording* of history and *playback* of present
Good days that have caused smile lines
Evil days that have caused scar lines
The *melody* of rewards and *tune* of consequences
Reminds us of the good seeds we have sown
Reminds us of the evil monsters we have spawn
The *harmony* of hope and *beat* of caution
Tells us where we were yesterday
Shows us where we should be today
The loud *volume* of the unseen yet real
*Rhythm* that God understands perfectly
A Being that runs the *scales* of eternity
P.S.: But the *sounds* of time we hear today
Will not tell us where exactly we are going
Will not tell us when our time will run out
Will not tell us when time itself will cease
Shame!
I Feel Shadows 
there is no such thing as time…there is only now. the rest is just our imagination. but eternity is still a really really really LONG time. lol
illusion is a cute conundrum, lol
Yes Earthean. It is so cute we can’t possibly find any fault with it. We feel perfectly safe with it. After all, how could something so innocent and docile MISLEAD us???
the delusion of mystery is what makes the illusion work, otherwise who would care to look at what we try to project! 😉
The delusion of mystery? Did you mean the attractiveness of something mysterious because it is mysterious or you meant that illusion itself gets us deluded mysteriously into loving it?
I meant that if you are not deluded, lol, by the mystery some portray, no one would be interested. that’s the illusion of mystery. lol first u must be deluded! hehehe
Ha! I see. The illusion itself deludes one then. That is ve…ry true.
Though, some times, the mystery of something, anything, does get some hooked. Just the fact that it’s mysterious. They are addicts of mystery -so to speak.
Hahahahahahahahaha!!!