Time is justice, equality is the purest existential truth. Time scourges us, wakes us up, brings us to life, puts us to sleep, makes us sleep, an eternal sleep. Time is the lord of reason, not of manipulation, trickery or later. Time simply is.
It is without being ours, time is the illusion between being alive and the allusion of dying. Reality and imagination travel through it.
Time does not forgive, does not go back, is of no use, it marks its present like an impeccable, insistent, independent crushing hammer.
Time puts handcuffs on our wrists with minutes and seconds, time frees us when the expected marks its time arrived, the time of hope while the time of time does not arrive, or despair when the time of time shows its claws with day, hour, minutes and seconds.
Time is time. Time is fearless.
Time has no wings, no legs, it doesn't run, it doesn't fly, it doesn't delay or hurry, time only tests our patience or anxiety, time is time, without mutation or inversion, with firm and unique steps, without haste or slowness.
Time gives wisdom with the synchrony of old age, time leaves its marks, it is not abstract, it paints its visual effects on the canvas of life through expressions, colors and degrees.
Oh time, time, time, I want to hug you, kiss you, be your friend, your inseparable lover, because you are the only one who abandons the slaves of your domain, I wish I could make you my vehicle of this passage, and you a flute on the lips of someone who plays in harmony their best company.
May I make good company of you, a good friend, who laughs with you, and understands that you are only fulfilling your role of justice over mortals, I will no longer be against you.