Darkness and quietness all around me
Except for your constant tick
Doesn’t that painfully prick!
So trick the play and take the pause
I’ll applause and I swear not to be cross.
You always march, night and day
Where is the break? if I may,
Tell me what you’re thinking
My eyes won’t blink till you say
Why the powerful you never stays.
‘I am time.’ Said a whisper in my ear
‘Ask me quick, I don’t have long dear.’
Don’t you ever wish to pause and unwind?
What is it that you seek to find?
So determined that you seem blind.
‘I do wish for a pause my friend,
But then our natures will blend:
Ignorant, insignificant and deluded I’ll be,
You’re already all that so you can’t see,
What a miracle it is to be me!’
What do you do that drives you so
Not fear or favour nor death should slow?
‘I live and learn and constantly yearn
To unlock the secrets of this worldly urn:
what makes her spin and never spurn?’
You are time, the all powerful to preside
Seasons are summoned when you decide.
The smoldering sun is bound to stand
In coerced compliance to your command
Please stay, I only desire, I cannot demand.
‘Your words sweetly intoxicate but fabricate.
I move and move and never stay
Because if I were so easy to sway
I will be deprived of deciphering the story
And the greatest tragedy lies in untold glory.’
You are the parchment beneath the writer
Without you, the story has no scriber.
The tale can be trapped untold
Pause for a second, you won’t grow old
The story will stay, it can’t get cold.
‘I wish I could be you and you me
For then you would be able to read and see
The exciting words of the world and more.
No thirst or hunger nor fatigue to the core
Can stop the reader in his explore!’
I will watch over this spinning story
But I’m an invested reader, so don’t worry:
I will sprint through stings, linger on laugh
Drink the drama and knock for the next half
Because even I can’t write on your behalf!’