Time's Ravages

Its the Ultimate Arch enemy
We have no control over it , we can only pretend we do,
Millions of seconds go by as seasons change
Winter love fades into Autumn .
The sun beams of summer get buried in the fall,
But as horrid as it could be ,
I've come to learn that its  the only thing that is constant

Change, and things change only in time
We live our life daily with the fear of the unknown,
What the future may hold,
For we are the wary few who can only hope and not yet see,
For we are the wary few who have no control ,
For we are the wary few, who can only wait

Many have come and gone
Their footprints engraved in the sand,
Their scent leaves trails behind and we write their history,
Gather their little minutes and seconds on paper,
Because we feel they made the best of their time,
So much so , we feel inspired and desire a small part of it ,

Then we live every moment of our lives trying to make the best of it,
The Money and class seem like security,
The falling in love to evade solitude and maintain sanity,
We have seen the blueprint, and feel our choices are limited
But the only thing we really desire is to make our own history
A history worth writing about .
Because the trails are all that matter in the end, without the trails there is no journey,

We try not to die from the hurt of lost lives
Because time is supposed to heal our wounds
But we become impatient
Make ourselves believe that change isn't far from reason
That its okay to make drastic changes because you are going through a whirlwind of phases

But in the end , Time as irrelevant as it may seem has the power,
In time Love and Hate both fade,
In time we learn to live with the pain,
In time our wounds heal,
In time we get to make our own history.