Time: a one-line poem

The arrow of time is a myth lost in the labyrinth of the mind where it lies —

a blob of spaghetti —

past, present, future, all strung together,

entwined in a glorious mess that is our perception

of life!

Thanks as always Kathy Jacobs. I may have missed a prompt or two in between. These prompts still bring me back every time I wander off Medium and remind me of Tre. Thanks for keeping this going.