The Metronome

The Metronome 4/19/2012

Sometimes you get premonitions
And sometimes you get a feeling
A twinge in the gut
Or a light in your brain.

A strange and awful knowledge
Or a telescopic vision
Of what was
Or what might be.

A hunch becomes a hint
And a vision becomes a glimpse
A version of a possible future
Or one of thousands.

Once the clock ticks
Then it is done
But I always wonder
And I always question.

But if we saw
And it came true
Then what does it mean
Leaving you baffled
And full of questions.

It would need no proof
Because you would remember
What you knew or thought
Of a strange remote observation
Lost in time.

It is these things
That make me wonder
And it these things
That make me smile.

Such is the perception
Originating in the soul
A mental picture
Of things yet to come.

Like a ghost from the future
With death in his hands
Pointing out your grave
While you are still living.

Some things are so real
That they surpass all understanding
Inexplicalbe, haunting
Surreal and bizarre.

Sometimes they are dreams
And I have had a few
So real I could feel the touch
Provoking ideas and feelings
That I will never forget.

When my skin became electrified
As I sensed the coming knowledge
Making me shiver with anticipation
At approaching revelation.

As real now
As they were then
The strange and surreal memories
As close to reality
As anything I have seen.

Traveling forwards or backwards
We see all the possibilities,
Potentials, and risks
But it is what we do
That matters.

We hold all the world
And our actions, ripple outwards
Unseen, unknown, and unmeasured
But for the light of God
Hidden forever.

Loved or unloved
Alone or among friends
We are what we are
Traveling through perceptions.

Some men will be remembered
By what they accomplish
But not every man
Is the same
Or lives the same.

For me or for you
It might not be the same
And perhaps the greatest things
Are unseen and unknown.

What we do
Or maybe even what we didn't do
Just as important
For everything and everyone.

Remember this day
And remember this night
Because even the smallest thing
Can make the greatest difference.

The knowledge is here
And the truth is everywhere
Above and beneath the surface
And begging to be heard.

But it’s not just the privilege
Of knowing that matters
But how we live
And love
Every tick
And every day.