Timeless
The days pass by like weeks.
The weeks pass by like days.
The sun continues to set
in it's old, familiar way
Time is an illusion,
restful nights, a delusion,
my state of mind, a confusion,
But still my kids want to play
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Bryan lives somewhere at the intersection of faith, fatherhood, and futurism and writes about tech, books, Christianity, gratitude, and whatever’s on his mind. If you liked reading, perhaps you’ll also like subscribing: