Constraints Of Time

Constraints Of Time

      Questions for unfound friends…

                                         Surely death is not the end

               So when did my journey begin

                                                 Can death be defined

                  By the constraints of time

Where was the first starting line

Is it a crime

To hate your fate

                                             Is the womb a Time Machine

                 Does birth end a dream

I want to know…

What it feels like to decompose

                                         To become dust again

To be in the womb where seeds grow

             To flirt with the wind

                                       As a new journey begins

                   Without constraints of time

Without the wonder of undefined crime

Able to deny

My so-called perfect design

Gate of Inward-
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy