Time

Such a tempting mistress.

Why wouldn’t anyone want more Time?

It’s such a lovely thing to have.

False, False, False

That’s what she would have you think.

I’ll tell you the truth,

Time is a burden

It weighs you down

like the heavens on Atlas.

It gives you a cursed life

Domed to the same fate for the rest of eternity.

But Time is useful,

It lets you do the things you want.

It gives you a chance.

A chance to live

To thrive,

To achieve,

To prosper,

To conquer.

False.

All it gives is a chance at destruction,

At  ruin,

At pain,

At suffering.

And yet people still beg for more Time.

They think it will save them,

Deliver them to salvation,

It will do neither.

It will only make monsters out of us all.

All that shines turns to rust,

All that stands in Time turns to dust.

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This poem was inspired by a song from Black Label Society called Rust a link can be found here.

I have often thought of the concept of time and more often than not it seems like an oppressive force. The creative voice inside me says that it is horrible and  needs to be done away with, that deadlines are unnecessary and stifle creativity.The logical voice agrees that it is oppressive, however it also says that it is necessary. Time is a constant  something we as humans rely on in our inconsistency. I am a firm believer that the monuments of civilization will one day crumble and all will be dust. The civilization we thought to be so mighty and unbreakable will be forgotten by most and only remembered in figments of stories by the few who care to look for the remnants of what we once were. We are not immortal and there are things that will outlast us. We cannot take the possessions we gain to the grave so why care about things over people, why not cherish the people around you instead of always trying to claw your way up an impossible ladder just so you can have an nicer house or a better car. There is no point.

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