Maybe you saw this image before, maybe not. Either way it reminds me of time itself.. as you stare at the photo (try it) it will vanish.. sure it’s your eyes playing tricks on your and your brain mis-reading the picture..
Isn’t that what happens daily?
You see your child born.. and before you know it’s he’s three and 33 and .. you’re not around to see him get older?
You see your child born.. and before you know it’s he’s three and 33 and .. you’re not around to see him get older?
2013 began with a blast. And ends with a whimper—a vanishing act like this image before your eyes.
But in a sense the year is still there. Somewhere.. trapped in memories or in a time warp. When you re-focus the picture comes back.
But 2013 will not—at least not on the calender on this time line.
Instead it has slipped and slided away.. exited stage left as we banged pots and pans when the clock struck midnight. New York City revelers kissed under the night sky as the ball came down. We all sang Auld Lang Syne—at least the first verse since it’s the only one we know anymore..
'14. You're here.
Be kind, we don’t want to rewind.
And really we can’t… can’t go back—even if we want to.
It’s the best of times. It’s the worst of times. It’s just time to party like it’s 1999..
Stay clean. Don’t be mean.
It’s 2014.
It’s 2014.