Time

Wow, ponder the word "time,"
though not just the word,
but the unending idea of infinity

There you go.

A pot bubbling forth
continuous contents
endless events
A soup or stew perhaps?
Or just a boiling pot of water?

Be careful what you put in there,
your mind.
While life's events will happen,
we are life itself
If only so common,
to see the same thing

A choice is a limb
and a limb is to branches
spiraling out

We all don't grow
in the same place
at the same time

Meanings change
because everything else does
Yesterday's intentions redefined
a present
where the future opens
you

Anarchy is sexy.