Lost in Pink Floyd’s Time

 

I was listening to Pink Floyd’s song "Time,"
Swept away by a cosmic, sonic rhyme.
I felt that Time is eternal, vast and deep,
A steady promise the universe must keep.

Time is not a healer; it offers no warm embrace,
It leaves no comfort in its endless chase.
Instead, Time is ticking, sharp and clear,
Ticking away the moments we hold dear.

Time is a rapid passage of life, a rushing stream,
Washing away the colors of our youth's dreams.
Yet Time creates years of empty routines,
Fading our spirits behind dull, quiet screens.

These habits give us the illusion of endless Time,
Making us think we are forever in our prime.
But suddenly you wake up, the day is almost through,
And you realize Time has got behind you.

The ticking clocks ring out, no longer far away,
Chasing the remnants of the fading day.
For Time demands to be in the present moment, loud and clear—
Wake up and live, before the song disappears.

by Ruwan M Jayatunge