The Passageway Of Time

A narrow path runs across the sky Hidden by the bright sunlight Time sneaks across our sky In a clandestine mission of some sorts To usher the future in a smooth automatic succession The mortal beings across the earth Are stupefied by the monotonous stroll of the sun Silently flying across our sky With its timely deliveries Sunrise is ushered at the same time every day Noon is never too late And sunset never fails to impress But time hides behind the sun’s rays Piggybacking on a natural spectacle Time is left unexposed The passageway of time Holds humongous amounts of secrets Bags of ideas are channeled through everyday The future waiting anxiously For the baton of ideas to exchange hands And a bright new day to begin