Time Will Tell

Philosophy may deem time a fluid device Which moves from fast to slow at any moment With pointed black hands on a numbered face That spin inexplicably quicker When sitting in a favorite writing workshop Than in a dreary physics lecture

And yet There are those for whom time moves most quickly When surrounded by numbers and graphs And they explain that there is a rhyme and rhythm To every moment Every hour broken into seconds without fail And if this pattern was to break Was to alter in any way Time would unravel Each thread disintegrating in less than a fraction Of the seconds that comprise it

As for whose view is the most plausible The coin is still in the air Heads for one Tails for another And reading the result a task Fit for only those who devote serious time To the study of metaphysics