Time is not the enemy,
but a forgotten friend.
Infinity is just a word from where I stand.
Go ahead, time,
swallow me again.
Your wrath is something I can stand,
though your indifference is exhilarating,
so let's make amends.
Whether I wish it or not,
I am part of your cycle.
As the day and night change
they remind me of my constant revival.
I always rise
when the tides of change are near.
I do my deed,
I grind the gears,
I bring about chaos and, again,
I disappear.
Use me as you have in eons past.
But, please,
assure me this time will be the last.
It's not that I'm tired,
it's not that I'm worn,
I just want to know that I am born
for something more.
Maybe I want to explore,
not just be an object of admiration or scorn.
Maybe I just don't want to forget,
as when the world's needs are met,
I usually return to the chaotic primordial set.
Am I just a chess piece you use,
is this of my own will?
I've been the beggar,
the king,
the jester
and the shill.
I've been a source of fear,
the precedent of love,
a conniving thrill.
I've forsaken my odds,
I've played with your so called gods,
I've brought droughts and floods
and nights oh so dark.
It's been so,
and now at the end of this age,
again I shall start.
I've lived your countless archetypes,
I've been both,
the bringer of death and of life.
Now, I'll combine all the dualities of the mind,
let the day and night intertwine in my eye.
I've transferred the whispers of the heavens to the earth,
I've transversed the worst,
I've applauded those of worth.
I've guided the weary and inspired the brave.
I've flown above the mountains of Hyperborea,
and I've been in exile,
forced to hide in ancient, primitive caves.
I've endured,
yet I've remained sane.
I've procured change,
yet I've remained the same.
I never caved,
I never swayed.
I've been played,
but those I've played with
never did have their way.
You know how many I've saved.
You know how many I've killed and maimed.
So, please, listen to my voice,
let it reach your throne of gray.
This time,
Time,
I want to stay,
long enough so I can find my true face.
Long enough to be displaced,
and diversify my fire
until it cannot be traced.
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 7:05 AM UTC
Time is not the enemy,
but a forgotten friend.
Infinity is just a word from where I stand.
Go ahead, time,
swallow me again.
Your wrath is something I can stand,
though your indifference is exhilarating,
so let's make amends.
Whether I wish it or not,
I am part of your cycle.
As the day and night change
they remind me of my constant revival.
I always rise
when the tides of change are near.
I do my deed,
I grind the gears,
I bring about chaos and, again,
I disappear.
Use me as you have in eons past.
But, please,
assure me this time will be the last.
It's not that I'm tired,
it's not that I'm worn,
I just want to know that I am born
for something more.
Maybe I want to explore,
not just be an object of admiration or scorn.
Maybe I just don't want to forget,
as when the world's needs are met,
I usually return to the chaotic primordial set.
Am I just a chess piece you use,
is this of my own will?
I've been the beggar,
the king,
the jester
and the shill.
I've been a source of fear,
the precedent of love,
a conniving thrill.
I've forsaken my odds,
I've played with your so called gods,
I've brought droughts and floods
and nights oh so dark.
It's been so,
and now at the end of this age,
again I shall start.
I've lived your countless archetypes,
I've been both,
the bringer of death and of life.
Now, I'll combine all the dualities of the mind,
let the day and night intertwine in my eye.
I've transferred the whispers of the heavens to the earth,
I've transversed the worst,
I've applauded those of worth.
I've guided the weary and inspired the brave.
I've flown above the mountains of Hyperborea,
and I've been in exile,
forced to hide in ancient, primitive caves.
I've endured,
yet I've remained sane.
I've procured change,
yet I've remained the same.
I never caved,
I never swayed.
I've been played,
but those I've played with
never did have their way.
You know how many I've saved.
You know how many I've killed and maimed.
So, please, listen to my voice,
let it reach your throne of gray.
This time,
Time,
I want to stay,
long enough so I can find my true face.
Long enough to be displaced,
and diversify my fire
until it cannot be traced.
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