The Lost Meaning of Time

I stand in the large open field

The grass is short

as if it has just been cut

For hours I stand in field

Watching the sun 

As it slowly rises into the sky

Night has become day

As time passes,

everyone gets up

Slowly I hear 

Sounds of laughter

Sounds of children playing

Sounds of conversions

about the challenges of the day 

Sounds of people going to work

Sounds of cars whirling past

When the sun begins to set

I'm still in the field

Slowly I hear 

the sounds of people going to bed

the sounds of children

Being kissed goodnight

The sounds of the day 

slowly becoming more quiet

Until there is nothing, but silence 

Day has become night

I stand in the field

All night long

Until night again becomes day

Then I stand 

until day again becomes night

This process repeating itself

Over and over

The grass growing 

til it is as almost as tall as me

The change of night and day

becomes indistinguishable

Time loses meaning 

And I feel out of place

As everything around me

slowly changes

The children grow old and die

And then so does their children

The cycle repeating itself

Til the pattern loses meaning 

Til everything loses meaning

and becomes trivial