Silent ponders provoke,
Concerns of the universe,
Of past, present and future,
That never last forever,
As we toil upon daily stops,
Of petty trivials,
That occuppy our actions,
Unmeasured by cups and teaspoons,
Nor by degrees or minutes,
A time zone that exists,
Uncomprehended by man's mind,
Of ration and reason,
We are lost children,
Unknowing and ignorant,
By painted pictures,
Of watercolours faded,
Swept away only,
By memories made,
Left as remnants,
To you and me.