Have you sat down and simply wondered how
the paradox of human time does work?
I will be dead one day – that I will vow.
But now my life is spinning from my words…
the words before, the ones I said were “now” -
now passed. Where did they go? They’re “now” I’m sure,
but no – they are replaced with fresher “nows” –
the present’s past and past is present now.
And then I figured out what speed is for.
In modern life, it keeps me plainly glad.
Or else, I’d be confused – “what’s life or time?”
So speed, our saccharin, helps us ignore
these thoughts. It brightens streams of coffee had,
the artificial substitute we’ll try.
This one's confusing. I was just commenting on the paradox of time. I realized this yesterday at night, staring up at the sky, and I thought to myself, "this is now". Then, a second later I realized it wasn't anymore and I realized that fleeting moment already disappeared. Then I was quite afraid because that was already a day ago. It's all very strange for me, dealing with the fact that the present is always and already the past.
ReplyDeleteI sound completely nuts right now!
I recommend you NOT to use speed.
ReplyDeleteThat every now is already past when it is proclaimed now is long known. One practical conclusion would be to do things that look good in retrospect: like writing sonnets, but not like taking or recommending speed. O, you were sarcastic about speed?
Take another sonnet on time, but without the sarcasm or the speed!
haha...the meaning of the sonnet is contradicted by the words in the sonnet. It's almost saying the speed of the world is a conspiracy to obliterate our minds and thoughts of life and time.
ReplyDeleteI actually wrote this sonnet last night, the post dates are not representative :)