I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
Time.
Time is everything you can think of, everything you can imagine, and yet it is nothing all at the very same time.
We perceive the universe and the world around us in framed mindsets. We try to frame everything together in thought processes we understand.
Pirsig talked about how all this math, all these sciences are just imaginary, or in his words, ghosts. Math does not physically exist in the universe. We are simply trying to explain the universe in fathomable measurements. If we call all things this set distance a foot or meter, we can then begin to measure things. Calculate them, and describe them in fictional terms that apply