Without time, would we know when?
The absence could create a void.
We’ve depended for so long, this
Mad-man contraption.

Would we still feel rushed?


Anticipant?



Anxious?
Without time, we would be done for.
The creation lives forever, now.
The monster consumes us.

Within its grasp, it’s death-defying grasp,


Escape is futile. Forever forward and back,
Nothing can escape it, for even before there were numbers,

It was there.


So what purpose does time serve?


No… real… answers…exist.
Many perceive it so truly.

Time is merely a figment of imagination.



Yet..


It is..


So very real.