Have you ever wondered about time?

“Spend some time”. A phrase I heard today while sitting in the McDonald’s drive through waiting for my breakfast sandwich-which would be my fuel for the long work day ahead. It triggered my mind into a furious complex rumination of what it truly means to “spend time”. As if it were something we owned, and could exchange for other items or necessities, it was used as innocently and ignorantly as expected. Time is not of our owning, we are chained by it’s divinity-and shall forever perish to it’s might. Time has no mercy, nor forgiveness or emotion-compion or protection. Time does not fly, it does not slow nor pause, or stop-even whilst we lay motionless in our domain-time collapses our homestead as it pes-it decays and destroys us into nothingness as if to say goodbye to all we were. Legends shall be forgotten-our lives shall fade into the secrecy of the vault which holds all knowledge and truth of our existence. I am but a puppet to the master of time. My past, present, and future all belonging to my master-my fate rests in it’s hands. For every second that pes-it matters not to time, for it is the only thing to possess eternity. All shall chase the essence of immortality, but puppets can only move to the will of it’s master-and shall soon perish to it’s might. Truth is to come to terms and acknowledgment-as for happiness is not controlled by time-and time can not fade my spirit, or diminish my euphoria. Keep your sanity-society and normalcy-for I choose my own happiness and, now, in this present, and future-I leave a rift in the eternity of time.