it's one of those days
where the end never really seems to come
time seems to stand still
then crack as if suddenly bursting forward
jumping through a wormhole
into the future

and in the end you wonder
where'd the time go
where'd my life go
and then you question
why'd it go
and questions begin arising
why are all things in life
circular
history, reasoning, understanding
even space and gravity
yet time is perceived linearly
existence is a linear construct

at the same time despite linearity
time jumps
a second is never really a true second
time flies, time slows down
yet the direction is irreversible
always forward.