On Pink Floyd's Time

And there I was listening to

Pink Floyd's Time

Thinking: 

"I can spend my entire life creating something.
Anything.
Days and days and days on

End,

Breaking my head. Isolating myself.

Losing friendships, losing sleep,
Losing time. 

I could lose myself and

My sanity. I could pour all of my being 

Into my work and never achieve something 

As perfect as Time. 

Nothing as time-less,

Nothing as clean.

Nothing that raises the hair on

People's arms. 

Nothing of such reverence. 

And to think these guys 

Probably wrote it 

Sitting on the shitter, deep drunk, 

Eyes red on a Saturday night. 

Yet rather than grieve at the fact 

That I'll never create something as sublime

I am content that someone lived who did. 

Content that everyone willing experienced 

What I one quiet night sitting in my quiet, dark

Room experienced.  Pure elation. A perfect 

Moment never to be experienced the exact same 

Again. 

Then Time went on.