Forget the warp of expanding space, The pulling weight of a heavy place; Though Einstein spoke of a bending frame, The poet locks it in Newton’s name. No cosmic strain, no speed can flight The steady anchor that holds the night; A river rushing one way alone, By thermodynamic law is blown. Behold the driver, the cosmic engine, Beyond the range of our comprehension; As Schopenhauer once tried to track, The Blind Desire that won't turn back. Time never moves, time never moves The written page keeps its own grooves Time never moves, time never moves We count it out, but it won't move The canvas stays while the pictures change, The silent absolute, vast and strange; You cannot freeze what is already still, Time never moves, for it is the will. And through it all beats a rhythmic gears, A structured metric that counts the years; Anapaestic feet hit a structural wall, Rhythmic Rhymes keeping pace for all. Our frantic minds feel it race and fly, While objective cosmic truth sits high; The ticking clock of the written page Enforces peace on our panicked age. Time never moves, time never moves The written page keeps its own grooves Time never moves, time never moves We count it out, but it won't move
