Time flies when it's having its fun with you; that is to say we have no control over it as some may think. Sure, it is true we can monitor it, and plan our schedules according to it, but still, when it comes down to the final point, it is totally beyond our control. This is devastating for some people who find that the only way to live life is by governing anything that comes their way. Unfortunately for these conquerors of all inanimate and animate objects, of the world of the three dimensions, they are unable to regulate what is the defining item of our society. We've all lived in this fourth and familiar dimension, seeing our people born and die with its name, but yet we know nothing about it. The hourly bells resound to mock us of our ignorance, but all we do is scurry off to our next appointment, hoping that we for once have beaten time, outsmarted it, deceived it, or in some way mislead it. In the end, we never win. Time is always one step ahead of us, tempting us to wander off our path and then smacking us in the face with reality, the reality of its supremacy.
Reason for writing:
It is realted to the other poem I submitted called
'Time Flies'
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