Reply To: A magical poem about Time

New day, new night, nothing seems to have changed
Inching forward or standing still, it’s hard to know
Curious thing, unknown mystery,
Everyone wonders, but there is no answer…

Why does time pass on?
Everything moving at light speed
Turn back the clock, and you’ve gone nowhere but the future

Passing by, unnoticed, unseen
Under the radar, it propels you forward
Something, though it’s not there
Swiftly, silently, it sprints forward
Yearning to hold your ground, but the ground moves too…