Time does and undoes,
builds and destroys.
Time plays with our lives
with Destiny, its best friend.

We, mortals, are Time's pawns
and are subject to Its decisions.
Hence why sometimes we love,
but that love is not returned.

"The timing isn't right,"
individuals crush our hearts.
And who are we to blame them?
Time cares not, for we are Its toys.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
All Time does is taunt and mock.
The fact that I met you,
is it chance or Destiny's work?

Time consumes like a black hole.
We are mortals so that It can feed,
consuming our bodies
until all that remains is ash.

And Time rejoices and laughs and sings,
as it plays with our psyche and nature:
our instincts say we should not let go,
but Time sunders us however it can.

Death and love. Love and death.
They are Time's renowned pleasure:
Time executes its subjects;
Time murders love.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
The clock never stops.
There is no escape, in a land
where everything is determined by Time.