Winking at time....

Maybe it is the short man's complex that makes him rule over me
telling me how he's all i've got
make the most of me,
don't waste me,
i am slipping through your fingers
but yes time is short and i know this everyday
and i live short time walk short time breathe short time...
but that is where it stops.
Time's got me for these few years and he may laugh
but in the end life is beyond even him...
I may think in a line and may live life in a line
but one day i will break free
and see that Mister Time was just a fine lense i was forced to gaze through
and discover that life is beyond birth and death
beyond the food water air and sunlight,
beyond the words and thoughts
and i learn there are somethings that time can never change
such as truth, love, or a soul...
As time passes me by, he nods with a grin
and i wink back.

My brother did this photograph of the barn behind our house in Tennessee. White Oak Mtn. is in the background