The world you were born in

I looked in the mirror today and saw my past and present together. Although they’re linked—because they center around me—the reality is worlds apart.

What was – is no more

What is – will not be

What will be – we’ll never know today

Bad memories are a gem because they can be forgotten happily. Good memories are eventually a pain because they remind you of a time you can never have again. But we do what we’re meant to do as human beings—run after pain and attachment. In this existential crisis, comes time like an eagle—swooping you up and taking you along, whether or not you want to move forward. That’s when you realize, time is the true hero. Not you.

The world you were born in doesn’t exist anymore,
This minute doesn’t know what’s next in store.
The streets have aged, the names have changed,
The voices familiar now feel estranged.

Your hands have learned to hold what’s gone,
To build from silence, to carry on.
You’ve crossed oceans your younger self never knew,
Each goodbye carving something new.

The past is a place with a door you can’t find,
But it lives in the corners of your mind.

And now, this evolving world turns stranger still—
Not just harder, but unfamiliar.
The comforts once known fade into shadows,
And time stretches the distance further still.

Time controls everything.
No one has time—time has us.
We invent clocks to measure it,
Systems to manage it,
But time bends to no one’s will.

It is not bound to the Earth,
Not held by the sun,
Not confined to galaxies or anything we touch.
Time is omnipresent.
Time always is.

We cannot decipher it.
And time does not care—
Not if we question it,
Not if we die fighting over its meaning.

Time moves forward.
Time changes everything.

And we must learn to move with it—
Even if we feel like strangers
In our own world.


– Priya