Disembodied

Where am I?

When am I?

I’m no spirit of time or place

Belonging nowhere or when

Cannot a soul be timeless?

A lord of my own hour

Own coordinates of fate

Time and space is relative

Then why must we synchronize?

We can be different

But still remain friends

Is not love timeless?

Now, what am I?

Cheung-Ling Wong

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