Inside Another's Mind. . .

Time's Slave

Time's Slave:

What is Time to bind us to death,

To destiny?

To fate?

What debt do I owe to Time to be his

slave?

He laughs when I predict,

And leads me astray to an unexpected path.

I have shackles on my hands and ankles,

I am lead on a chain,

A chain that is my leash that he may lead me.

I cannot escape.

The iron is too strong.

I cannot call for help.

Everyone else is on such a leash as mine.

I can only plead with my master,

"Oh master let me free!"

He laughs and cracks his whip,

"Come now, we have a long journey!"

And he drags me across his fields,

His mountains,

His valleys,

His oceans,

His deserts,

Until I become just a pile of bones from the weary traveling.

And I remember parts that were beautiful,

Parts that were hideous,

Parts that he and I grew together with.

But I have never betrayed my Lord,

My god,

While others have rioted,

They have "broken free",

They have "escaped",

But my master and I know that escape has only been achieved once,

And no one will ever again do so.

For Time holds such a tight firm on his slaves,

And I cant be free till that rebel returns for me.

So I choose to walk with Time,

Forgetting the chains and shackles,

For we have a long journey ahead of us,

And I can do nothing but bide my time,

I can do nothing but wait.