Ode to Time

As life writes through matter of thinkless beings, 

you are nonexistent yet you rule our pathetic reach for control. 

You and your best friend, 

Fate,

 both love to throw mud in mortal faces and remind us that we are our own demise. 

Your cruel choke-hold remains until we remember your inventor. 

You were created for one purpose, to let us enjoy life, not dread death. 

Thank you, you’ve invited the love and the hate, in between and beyond. 

Thank you, for never being real.