The Manuscript of Time
How much is time worth? Is the cost of opportunity beneficial? Compared to the time spent on a single affair. Are your achievements worth the hours wasted? Or your failures moments of clarity; something to have learned? Time is a fire and before long, you get burned. How you recover, is truly the answer in which your past regrets are your present woes and your future attempts are blind to the eye of happiness that remains closed. Is time your friend? Is it your foe? How many minutes have you given away? In turn, how many seconds have you received? By another courteous enough to spend the energy to give you the time of your life. Time, I deduce, is a waste of...i regress. For time has been no brother's keeper. It has transformed beauty to an unpleasant event. An open eye sore, vision-less. You get what you desire, eventually, in time. So, if time is all we have shouldn't my desires be mine? As I sleep I lose time; as I stand idle I lose the drive gasless in this vehicle of depression understanding time doesn't heal all wounds. Time cannot be gained nor inherited from a father that isn't of my timeline. He's your immortal enemy armored with an infinite spirit. We spend our time wasting time, losing track of and then wonder where it went. In due time, maybe so. Looking back over time of years ago.