Time has always been an enemy of my contentment.
For years I have waged war against the tyrant ruler afraid accepting his rule would defeat my fleeting immortality.
Malevolent and omnipresent I succumb to the true ruler of man and find companionship and even purpose.
Wisdom and knowledge of this mortal existence comes with age, the oldest companions of time claim.
Time and change are shackled together destined to meander through dusk and dawn with symmetry that is uncanny but easily invisible to most.
Just because a gift is not enclosed in a fitting package doesn't mean the value of the gift is not invaluable.
Time is the gift of the divine, our false sense of immortality is the cavalry we summon to fight an enemy that has dominion over us
I welcome you old friend to walk hand in hand with me, only in your footsteps is my path visible.