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The Forever Changing Man

Writer's picture: Clint HaugenClint Haugen

Has it been a year already?

Who's to say?

   Not me

I can’t tell time anymore

   I really can’t

So don’t ask me if it’s been a year already

   I think time moves differently for everyone 

     I really think that

I think time passes differently for kids in comparison to the elderly 

    Isn’t that obvious?

Well, isn’t it?

    One second

It might be the same on the clock

   But it is not the same in the mind of the person who reads the clock

10 years to a child is different in their mind

    Compared to 10 years for a person who has lived for 75 years

The elderly has lived through 7 decades

    While the child has yet to experience their first decade 

The person doing the experiencing of their time passing is in a constant state of change

    That’s obvious, isn’t it?


. . . 


Some days I long for the time when time was non-existent 


. . .


   And some days I wish I could stop myself from changing 

Sometimes I wish the sun wouldn’t set 

   And the day would stretch out into forever 

And I could do whatever

   These hours pass

And we like to collect them

    And add them to our name 

As if we accomplished something just by surviving

    I am 32, they say

Halfway to 64

    That’s what I say

Just a person surfing on the ideas of the present

    Trapped in Einstein's dream of time and space 

Stuck in the collective consciousness 

    These agreed upon rules

And these concepts we’ve all agreed upon

    I wouldn’t piss on them if I could

Because I am them

    I am the forever changing man

Alive on the forever changing planet

    Destined to 

Be

  Yes, destined to be

And all I have to do

   Is be 

That’s it

   That’s all 

Just be me

   And I want to make my days count

And not count the days

  . . . what a cheesy ending

Oh well,


I like it.


CH 12/9/24

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