• What is time but a fickle distance,
    Created to make us hurry beautiful processes
    Of nature's lovely wonder.
    Should we obey the laws that we made?
    Time hasn't a single rule, so make any?

    Time means nothing to us now.
    It is a figment of our imagination,
    A nuisance created to limit perfect moments.
    But now, it is endless and yet, it has no beginning.
    Time is nothing to me.

    It holds no meaning, no interest of any kind.
    What could time possibly be, then?
    Perhaps it is the memories of time that makes it live?
    Memories of smiles, of laughter, of tears.
    These things are what brings time to our minds.

    If I could erase time and only have a memory, I would.
    If I could freeze time for beautiful moments, I would.
    Time is endless, continuous.
    Time has no beginning, no starting point.

    All of that means nothing to me.
    Not anymore.