Time Flows
- May 27
- 3 min read
Inspired by the emotional world of Top Gun — a cinematic poem about memory, guilt, courage and the skies that never truly leave us.
Time flows.
Time changes.
And yet some memories
never leave.
The past remains
where the heart still grieves.
Still I follow my passion,
my sky,
my way —
unchanged,
even as the years decay.
And every time
I see your face,
it feels
as though the past
is touching the future
in silence and grace.
Time flows.
Circumstances change.
Everything moves.
Everything breaks.
But something inside me
still remains.
I am who I was.
Or so I believed.
But the chains of yesterday
hold my today.
Images of guilt
still refuse to fade.
And every time
I look at you,
the past returns
as something true.
Not as memory —
but as pain.
Not as thunder —
but as rain.
I see myself
inside your eyes.
A younger shadow
I recognize.
Reckless. Proud.
Unafraid.
A mirror of choices
I wish I had not made.
I wish the clouds
of yesterday
did not cover
the sky of today.
Because no matter
how high I fly,
something within me
still asks why.
There is nothing
that can make the past undone.
And still we raise our eyes
toward the sun.
There is no true forgiveness
for the guilt we keep.
There is only letting go —
but wounded hearts hold deep.
And every time
you remind me
of wounds
that never scarred,
I realize the tides of life
only hid what still was hard.
We fight for a better tomorrow.
With courage.
With flame.
Fearless hearts.
Souls full of pain.
Different —
and yet the same.
Fighters. Altruists.
Chasing the call.
Yet ambition can make
egoists of us all.
And still we would miss it,
if we never dared.
The danger.
The sky.
The life we shared.
No mountain too high.
No burden too great.
No impossible mission
stronger than fate.
And my wounded heart
still searches for home
inside your arms —
even when I roam.
Restless. Untamed.
Too quick to depart.
Yet always returning
to where you are.
I only have to look
into your eyes,
and suddenly
the whole world grows quiet.
One second beside you,
and I forget
every storm
I have not survived yet.
Deep down,
I know what matters most.
And still I chase
the distant coast.
I am not easy.
I am caught
inside life’s storm.
And every rushing wind
reminds me
what I was born for.
Adrenaline.
Passion.
A deeper meaning.
A life fully tasted,
even while leaving.
You are my harbour
in the raging sea.
You are rare.
You are home to me.
And yet I go.
Even when my heart
breaks quietly.
I cannot stay.
I do not want to leave.
But the impossible
keeps calling me.
Still I will not disappear
beneath the waves.
I will find my way back
through the darkest days.
And maybe someday
I will find the grace
to stop running
from the safest place.
To stand beside you.
To stay.
To choose love
after all the skies
that called my name.