What Is Time?

What is time?
I used to think it was the ticking of a clock.
I used to think it was the same circle, going round and round.

I feel like I know what it is—
and at the same time, I don’t.

One day, while cleaning out a drawer,
I find a poem:
My mum makes me feel special, when she turns off the light when I go to bed;
She also makes me feel special, when she cooks for me.
11 May 2014

That was the first time
I saw it.
ありがとう

2025.12.21