I rode on a tram teetering on the edge of a precipice, and
as I went routinely about my daily business
realising how much I missed my former life
I became acutely aware of the existence of time.
I walked across the fields, over the hills,
and through the woods. Right down to the water's edge.
And then I felt an unbelievable sense of sadness.
I stood outside a church in the middle of the night
and watched twin stars flying through the sky.
A dog-like man emerged, looking as evil as could be.
One could almost sense the folorn anguish of the inhabitants.
The appearance of my surroundings did not
reflect my inner feelings or preferences.
Time. It lies at the heart of our very soul.
Quite able to destroy us if we let it.
© abracad 2003