Life is like a fast train, with illusions of slow
Suspended reality, moving each time, pace on tracks
Mount on junction stops of occasion, at a time "journey"
Stop signs missed, while in depth with obstruction
A book, an iPhone, an iPad, a walk-man
Something else, to keep one occupied
Where dismount is not made, missed
On nonstop junctions, passed by
Thus otherwise engaged, on "do not disturb"
One could easily be forgiven, with illusion of time
For thinking such marks, spots of stops
Has not been reached yet "are we there yet".
Life is a rain storm out at sea
Void of hurricanes, with visual effect, means few see
Its impact on cause, awaiting floods "katrina"
Slowly claiming low lying lands, like raising tied
Until such time, when such lands, fall beneath sea levels
No one sees that, life is an illusion of slow, "fast impacting"
Life is like a fast train with illusions of slow
Age mounts, marks a calender, one at a time
Events, tick boxes on occasion at a time "we observe"
Until such time, on look back memories
When acts, seems so far back, in time and all look aged
Life is like a fast train with illusions of slow "flash with time"