Time Is A Hallucination

Time is all a Hallucination.
I blink for a second and wake a week's expire.
Still nothing is Unorthodox, there is no Illumination.

Whilst time is constantly lost, the past becomes preserved in documentation.
Best to live in the moment before life comes to an eternal retire.
Time is all a Hallucination.

Daylight hours drone on as the night flies by in a quick sedation.
Day by day, week by week repeats a program of tire.
Still nothing is Unorthodox, there is no Illumination.

Time is never changing, however life will move on; 'Tis the regulation.
Humanity evolves evermore, only to thrive from the Past's inspire.
As for us, Time is a Hallucination.

For the rest of the Universe, Time is a mere fabrication.
Lifeless, out apart from our world there is no inquire.
Even there nothing is Unorthodox, there is no Illumination.

The only beings who show regards to Time are those possessing an Imagination.
Yet over time even we cease to exist, nothing left behind but an extinguished life of fire.
Truly speaking, Time is all a Hallucination.
Nothing is Unorthodox, and there is no Illumination.