If time was an illusion it would mean I’m not getting older I’m just getting creakier
It would mean there’s no such thing as being on time, which seems even freakier
It would mean nobody dies young, and you can never show up late
It means nobody peaked too early, and there’s nothing left but fate
Because without time there is no occurring, there is just this moment here and now.
Happening simultaneously with every other moment, even the ones from before and the ones to come after, but don’t fucking ask me how
I don’t know the nature of reality
But when I set time aside I think perhaps I start to understand the idea of eternity
A timeless unruffled state of being
So esoteric, so untapped, it feels like you’re part of a secret fraternity
Able to leap boundless, and transcend the trappings of modernity
If time was an illusion then you’d never watch the clock
Because it’s a meaningless invention, that would no longer be in stock
If time was an illusion, well I suppose I’d have to wonder why
What’s the purpose, what can it teach me, as the seconds go whizzing by
Like a fiery comet on a collision course in space
The minutes pick up denser matter and they also pick up their pace
This comet is made of months now
Then it cascades into decades
Eventually a century
And I wonder what I learn as I pass moments in this illusory tar of time. What do I get from this illusion, if not simply older and dead?