The
hands of the clock
that imagine they are crossing
time boundaries
as they go ticking
the traffic light
that thinks it's bringing time to a halt
even for a very short while
as it changes its colours
and mere ideals
that seek to bring about changes
in social structure
keep moving round and round-
one unable to go beyond the clock's frame
another unable to cross the road boundaries
and the other unable to go beyond the confines
of their narrow thinking-
in never-ending
circles of illusion |
|
