Time Already Passed Me By

Time Already Passed Me By

Time has already swept me into oblivion
As I write these words there is no one to write them
The person who I think I am has been fabricated
From shards of dreams and the froth of chaos

Although it would be great if I was special
I know that would be delusion
I long to know some answers
About this life and universe I find myself

Early memories of separation
Reels and episodes spin in my mind’s eye
Imprints upon celluloid or the stuff that matter is made of
Even the thoughts from which these words come

All I am left with are my own conclusions
Always subject to revision
The archetype strains to twist the play
To the requirements of its form

Time flows in and out
An insane river meandering through life without mercy
Leaving me yearning for a succession of realities
Each without fruition

If I had known that my youth would be so epoch
I would have given it more attention
Its almost as if someone was watching it all
Reveling in my innocence

Though I write this within the bounds of time
My words know that I am already gone
The guy who dreamed of a better world
Must acknowledge inevitable limitations

Sometimes along the riverbank
I was able to pause make camp and revel
But now those pleasures too are past
So I can’t give you any answers

Bruce Eisner

Note: Images from Chaos@UMD