Tralfamadore

all the time we are moving
like monday becomes tuesday
along an arrow of time
forever bound to impermanence
but oh my oh my, how things they do change
like tuesday becomes wednesday 
like 1990 turns into 2000
stuck moving so fast

along an arrow of time

we see things 

bound to its nature

almost as a passenger 

clinging to an imperfect memory

whittled by time, want and hope

into something distorted

always moving

 all the time

in a completely non negotiable fashion  

it all eventually bends into one direction

it all blends together

eventually 

into one thing 

all alone

space becomes time

all together

when it all blends perfectly

relentless toward an end. . .

and we will only accept this

upon death

where monday can be sunday

and 2019 can come long before 1982

if you'd like

(unstuck in time)