one day, blogger was all so fine.
today, blogger screwed up all over again.
and tomorrow blogger who know's what would happen.
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the whole post is about?
Time.
i've been fascinated by it starting of this month.
not really, quite pissed off.

anyway, here's my point of view
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Tom looked up at the sky seeing the sun rise and set,
he was bored and called it Day.
Then the moon rose and set,
he was still bored and called it Night.

For some stupid reason,
Tom said a period of Day and Night together,
would be called Day.
Only God knows why he thought of that,
Why call it Day, instead of Night?
Or think of a completely new name instead.

All I know,
that was just the start of stupid things.
More stupid things happened,
and Tom broke 3 fingers.

And Tom looked up at the sky for a couple more Days and Nights.
He counted with 7 fingers.
And decided to call 7 sets of Days, or Days and Nights, a Week.
And a couple 4 Weeks or so, a Month.
And 12 Months, a Year.

Dear Tom had wasted a year doing all that.
Poor Tom.

But no matter how poor Tom was,
he was still bored.

And Tom wondered.

"The sun just left, what do I call it?"
"The moon left too, what do I call?"
He called it Past.

"I want to see the sun and moon again."
He called it Future.

And he was bored.
And what he had now was a decent gift.
He called it Present.

And Tom wanted to return to the Past.
But he didn't know how.

He thought he knew in the Future.
And wanted to travel there.

And he took the normal way to the Future.
Simply by living at the pace of Time itself.

And in the Future he died.

And did he return to the Past?
Maybe, he's History.