Where does time go
when time passes ?
where do tomorrows come from ?
futures remind us of those days
we clung onto fleetingly ,
till they too were replaced
by an ever repetitive Present ;
we knew that it too wouldn’t last ,
for time passes only for time to come again ;
leaving us stranded on the axis of meaning ,
whirring silently in space
like a circle in a spiral ,
our own future far behind us
and our own past to look forward to ,
as time passes.