So why would I?

Dear Time,

I fear you.

The belief I had in myself disappears as you pass by, 

as you stare me down into submission,

accepting my hard hands and tired eyes. 

You are unforgiving, yet you slip through my fingers,

just like the cold water I use to release myself from your grip.

But say I do succeed. Say, I'm not at the mercy of your intimidation. 

It's happened before, where I grew completely numb to your threats,

of withered hands and dull eyes.

I sat in the blue light of my computer, as I watched the things masters did with you.

They defied you, making something that should've been impossible with you around.

They love you.

They nurtured you and in turn, you let them defy you.

Because they appreciate you.

By bringing an end, you make sure we begin.

You make sure that there is no waste.

Because there's an end to you, too.

When the ingenious creations of these masters evaporate,

When no one remembers anyone anymore,

When, with a big bang, we all become nothing,

Both our ends will have come.

So why defy you?

Because I appreciate you.

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