Is time an illusion? We dwell in the now,

our past full of memories, future somehow

more or less possible ... Seconds just glide,

the line of infinity we seem to slide.

My cat is yawning: »Well, you fail to see,

each second counts as a birthday to me.

Whatever happens, you cram into years,

minutes and seconds and days. It appears ...

Slavery. What must be done in each frame

of time. Well, to me it's a whole other game.

"What day is today?" you ask. Answer to thee:

"The current one, stupid!" I'm sleepy, you see.

Midnight or noon, really couldn't care less,

I'll just take a nap and let some moments pass.

Hemisphere, Southern or Northern, I guess,

lighter or darker shades both choose to dress!

My cat wants to teach me each moment is now.

Trapped inside »when«, we are. Care for a meow?

It seems to me while you are reading this rhyme,

we magically share different moments in time ...

Matjaž Lutarič - Lynx