Time

Time. It's the chains that bind us.

It's the wings that give us flight.

Ever moving, never stopping.

Time. The friend of death

and the friend of Life.

It unites us and tears us apart.

It prohibits success, yet leads us ever closer to it.

Time. It is in itself a paradox.

You blink and it's gone.

You sleep for days but nothing's changed.

Now here I stand in Time,

My Time.

Yet how can I own Time

when so often it owns me?

The only escape from Time's grasp

is to ignore all thought of Time

and simply live.

10 April 2012