Time

Time is a naked temptress whom we all fear, Sometimes we beg her to fly but too often, she is already fleeting, Time is expectation and anticipation spinning a web round us all, Allowing neither to come true. Within and without all things that happen, Time remains the ultimate constant, As humans are born and then die, time stands by as the final arbitrator, Acknowledging repetitive stupidity to the sound of a second. Neither time nor man have habitual morality, time sees to that, There are occasions when man is moral, But with every new tide of acts, promises, judgments, and words, The pebbles on the beach are rearranged. Through love, hate, wisdom, and ignorance, I watch my time pass by, Knowing all too well what is happening and yet not willing to change for fear of loss. I must learn to love the naked temptress, For though the pebbles on the beach may rearrange, in time, there is peace.