TIME

Time, my dreadful enemy, my fearful accomplice, I have no ground against you.

I am a blade of grass drinking the bitter dew you care to offer

I am the blade of grass you trample down, when your soldiers declare war on my desires.

I am the grain of sand that pounded under the fervent sun becomes translucent and fragile to serve

ulterior purposes in a story that I fail to comprehend.

Time, inclement and seductive. I surrender, tie me down and bring my bones to the verge of my sanity

so I can foretold the past and remember my future.