Tapestry of Time

SoapBoxThursday

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

This tapestry hangs in my wife's massage room, and brings to mind how many interactions we have in our life and yet how little time there is to enjoy them all.

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering
If I'm ok 

Near the end of Interstellar, the hero is in a black hole of time and becomes quite emotional when viewing himself, and the efforts to effect himself. 

Where the birth and death of unseen generations
are interdependent in vast orchestration
and painted in colors of tapestry thread.

Sometimes we have a hard time questioning the slings and arrows of our days but they go along with the good. And at the end of the day,
we accomplished what we were supposed to do.

Now the time has come 
There's no place to run  
I might get burned up by the sun  
But I had my fun  
I've been loved and put aside  
I've been crushed by the tumbling tide 
And my soul has been psychedelicized

Yes, Time Has Come Today, but I wanted more.

So that is my entry for my SoapboxThursday and the lessons of time that I sometimes get and sometimes do not.
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