3 Poems on Time

Can you find them? I admit it's not hard at all.

Six minutes....go on, and on, and on, and on, and on....
Past flying lost seconds, unthinkable hours ahead.
The collective will of myriad of moments.

In memory the past is real. In fantasy the real is future.

Presently terrified of not knowing why I'm doing.
But I see, seven minutes ahead.
Oh hai, destiny, slayer of truth, greatest liar.
What have you for me?

Author's Note

I usually proofread my works, however as always I'm sure there are typos and syntax errors. I appreciate any and all notices of that, and will work to correct those. If I haven't do know that I did acknowledge your notice and try implementing it, but found that it detracted from the effect I wanted and so omitted it.

Reviews

[TLK]

"In fantasy the real is future." I don't get this one. In some fantasy, the present is the past.

[Idyllwyld]

In our recollections we are 'living' in the past; whereas in our imaginations of what is possibly to come, reality lies in the future.