Time....

A human construct

A self imposed constraint

The most wide spread form of control

Cynical...

It does not *speak...

It does not touch...

It does not intend to influence

But it does...

As it quietly passes your mind scrambles

Becoming sick, Twisted, and uncontainably loud

You shriek in silence to a non existent crowd

Found in silence you're desperation consumes you with fear..

You think this is it

My life... No matter what I do... There will never be enough of it..

I'm just not enough...

I may never be enough..

Your mind clouds with doubt,

Darkened by memories of the past

Yet Livid with fears of the unforeseen future...

Yet here you still remain,

Idle..

Pensive...

Allowing life to unravel right before you,

Never asking so much as why ...