Is time a creature or a waltz that lasts?
A truth that makes men purposefully fret?
A painful snare or tightened ropes that net
Or are those stepped on toes forgotten pasts?
We dance, we laugh, we sing and fly our masts
But spiteful noon makes even sluggards sweat
And fearsome rain unwanted will be met
But this is not about time or those vasts
Say they arrive and give us choice that sways:
A plethora of roads we’ve always sought
Uncertainty lost and no narrow state
We’ll still make a resolve that always stays
We’ll only know the price of freedom bought
We’ll say with Louise that there’s only fate.
(Inspired by the movie Arrival)
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2017)