or is it?
another trap, another cage…
time, it’s what life is made of…
but if time is money
i don’t feel like my debt’s been paid off…
instead life is more than time…
and time more than money
and yet―sometimes―a life stops. or (even) turns, on a dime…
to know he was leaving, made her love him…
for staying
and when he left, she thought his love dim…
but his love trusted hers and she proved…
to the end (of life, time, money)
that a heart can’t be uprooted, simply moved…
for a heart in a cage lives with hope of a green leaf
and a heart in a trap lives to prepare a white page
and yet this same heart―on the best of days
in the most precious moment―truly lives.
to pause time at that time, people would pay money
since that is when they feel alive.
they say, “my life is worth something. to somebody.
more than time, more than money.
my life is worth living―because love prevails.”
(written after seeing "the Curious Case of Benjamin Button" on Dec 29, 2008)
