Gluons

Gluons

Where does time go, you always lose that flow

Is time taken or do you use it to make life glow?

Rushing is your normal pace and always it seems, in place

Half done, forgotten a ton, life is your constant race

You watch as magicians all around maintain easy pace

Orderly they move, neatly and timely, they never omit grace

Such marvels, you want to touch to see if they’re also humans

But you’re afraid they’re made of gluons

So you try to equal but it’s still time’s smile

For you can’t see it but you observe it mile after mile

This convinces you that the magicians are gluons after all

Have they escaped from that island or put here by a cabal?

Now you feel lunacy creep and wonder if they got you while asleep

Think hard of logic’s step, you know coffee spills when stirred, unseen

Relief as your mind now warms and embraces

But still, you KNOW, those magicians move without traces