Time - Mayed Al Qasimi

I gawp and then the trance begins
I see a future that thirteen will cast
Time is not linear as my soul ascends
What once was is not yet the past

Tomorrow holds a promise to kiss
So gently the sun rattles the mast
Around and around, it shall not miss
This is the birth of what is to last

If you can, do understand this
No more the world, behold, avast
Choose wisely, my friend, the path to bliss
For life will pass by really fast