Wake up.
Silence.
The clock stood there lifelessly for ages, although it was telling time. Nonetheless, it was inevitable since it was only the servant of Time.
It was not Time itself.
This was the same for you and me. We could be happy and jovial for the days of our existence, significant or otherwise. However, we were not Happiness. We were only its empty shells.
It's puppetry, you say.
It's called being carefree, you say.
Well, take no heed of this matter.
'But, sir, it is just the way it------'
Hush.
It was no merriment. Nothing sentimental or even noteworthy, if it was to be put that way. My actions were not dictated by you.
What say you to a little enlightment?
