it's the end of the world as we know it - time I had some time alone

I present to you... a riddle
What is new, yet old. Frozen, not cold.
What touches all, with no fingers. What affects the mind, but never tinkers.
What can you not see but know, what can you search for... and find?
What I bring to you today is a riddle that knows not the bounds of your heart, your soul or your.... mind if I sit here a while and whisper sweet nothings to you. Tell you everything will be alright as we crawl along this path filled with knives ready to stab not our hearts... but our minds?
I see you over there, ready to face the world as it tries to fight you, lives to smite you, yet breathes... to incite you.
I see you over there with that dream on your shoulder; thinking of standing up it to aim for higher, maybe dare for greater, and at times believe... in the creator.
Yet, as with anything else...we can’t move forward until we answer the crux of the rhyme
Who...am...I?
I can be your climb, I am here for your prime, I will flavour your *** like the best of granny’s thyme...
Who am I?...
...
Time

I see you lurking in the shadow
I see you trying to fade into the quiet
I see you trying to hide under timidity
I see you blending into the sea of the unknown

Who are you quiet one?

What makes you smile, allowing the light to shine from your eyes?
What makes you laugh, lifting the weight from your soul?
What do you carry in your hear that makes it so heavy?
What are the thoughts that keep you sleepless at night?

Who are you that stands in the shadows?

night
darkness
loneliness
wondering why
thoughts take hold of you
doubts penetrate your mind
unease seeps into your soul
the memories keep you hostage
unable to escape or forget
reminding you of everything that was

Le malheur se cache derrière milles profils ténébreux,
Et attend que le match insignifiant de vermine,
Infirme mon idée tordue de l'être amoureux.

Le malheur séduit au lit par ses promesses d'ivresse sauvage,
Qu'attendez-vous pour m'écrire,
Et m'aplatir dans ma désolante dignité au passage?

Le malheur s'invite seul à mes soupers assourdissants de vide,
Et exhume les faux espoirs assommés
De mensonges médiocres; alors je me les imagine...

**** de moi, et moi, **** de leurs pensées,
Entre les espérances dupées et celles perforées d'épines,
Le malheur me couve, le malheur se rend légitime.

i brought my Fear and Trembling to the hills
i don't want to think of the stacking bills
those trivial things no longer give me the thrills
or the quiet love that slowly kills

“...why bother remembering a past that cannot be made into a present?”

that line had me bent
all the things i thought i could mend
why must i fall towards the deep end

i must reflect upon what is past

but life must be lived forward...;

alone at last
a blessing it is
to remove my masks
in solitary bliss
no more acting
and trying to please
just me myself and
my mind at ease

I bought a coffee the other day,
Gawped at society on the way,
Coffee shop like the undertakers,
Here no conversation makers,
"The  crowd" sitting in total silence,
Gazing at phones, is it sense?
So much for that coffee shop,
The solitude of worshiping Microsoft,
Alone together, where does it stop?
Solitary silence in the coffee shop!