TIME IS RELATIVE
Time is relative – it just isn’t mine.
Time just doesn’t love me.
Obviously we ain’t brothers.
He don’t look out for me.
When I want it to go fast, Time crawls.
When I want it to crawl, it breaks all speed limits.
Tempis fugit!
But what is time fugiting from?
What is it trying to escape?
And where will this fugitive go to hide?
What temper tantrum pushed Tempis to fugit?
They say that time is infinite
I cannot see infinity nor do I belong there
I am in the now and that’s all I can bear
And if time is relative, who are his relatives?
What strange mixed-up family does he belong to?
He isn’t in my family tree.
I guess he’s lost in space, you know,
They – the scientists – talk about time and space
And they say they are a continuum.
I guess they’re happily married.
Maybe that’s why Time ignores me.
They just go on and on about each other
Like a pair of Romeos and Juliets…
On their honeymoon.
And what is that? It thought
The moon was made of cheese.
And honey? Sticky substance,
I guess that’s what makes them
Stick together, mooning forever,
In each other’s eyes.
Heavenly skies!
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So whose relative is Time’s?
Space, as in time and space?
But isn’t space the place where
You get lost; and so you are lost
In time? And what time is it,
Anyway? And whose time is it?
How much time is time?
Time for what? It’s out
Of my control. Tick Tock…
— Hey! Where are you going now? Hey!
I’m not finished. Hey! Wait!
Just give me a little time, eh?
Wait for me….Heyyyyyyyy…
