In de trein begon ik te filosoferen over tijd, en de invloed ervan op natuurkunde en de mensheid. Daaruit kwam deze korte, engelse tekst voort, getiteld Time-id. Soms is tijd namelijk best angstaanjagend (het zij doordat he zo snel voorbij vliegt, het zij doordat het sommige berekeningen erg lastig maakt...)
Time relates to trouble,
Ageing is a curse.
Whether it’s some ruble
Or a ladies purse.
Suspended in mid-air, it’s a piece of cake.
But when time enters the equation, it hits the ground and breaks.
Same goes for relationships, if you ever mention a woman’s lifetime,
She’d better be far, far away, or your ring isn’t worth a dime.
Time we have is limited, yet you can’t save a second,
It slips away, used or not, at each and every moment.
So that’s the reason why mankind started to plan ahead,
Sadly, this has only increased our worries about death.
Because it’s something you can’t plan, it always disappoints you,
Either you have unplanned time left, or die with things to do.
Apparently, they both are bad, since no one seems to like them.
Either they’d wanted too much, or they’re incapable of making a solid plan.
Either way it proves they didn’t succeed in life,
Since they did not end up where they’d planned to arrive.
Whatever way you look at it, time is just a bitch,
So maybe your sense of time, is something you’d better ditch.
Copyright Halbe Mulder, 2009
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