Untimely (unfinished)

Another year passes as your life goes on,
a familiar celebration spent in hands of new friends.
Your memories seem jumbled like a dream being drawn,
like the past is a reality of concrete that bends.

A birthday marks a reflection of life that you traded,
exchanging countless hours for smiles and tears,
where both seconds and emotions become strangely related
to the measurement of time between elapsing years.

A system of numbers charts out eternity
--a lifelong countdown to keep us afraid--
but a numerical cloak only drapes the certainty
that time is an illusion, a universal charade.

Think how fast it seems the sun comes and goes
when you wake up with a reason to smile;
just the same as when the orbit slows
as stress turns each step into a mile.