relativity in poetry

it feels like I’m doin’ time
it feels like I’m due in time
feels like I’m dew on the vine
it’s time to step off the podium
it’s time to jump off the cross
admit how sometimes a win is
harder to take than a loss

time’s fake on a cosmic scale
but for us humans it’s real
sometimes as gentle wind
sometimes waves of steel
gotta take what we’re given
gotta make some decisions
gotta know when thinking’s
just the absence of livin’

time to stop countin’ down
time to start countin’ up
time to stop lookin’ at the clock
time to start doing stuff
time to step off the podium
time to jump off the cross
it’s not all who wander, sure
but we’re mostly all lost