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Time is only a concept,
A measurement of that,
That which is lost,
That which can never be found again.
Time is of the essence.
In the nick of time.
It's about time.
Time for the ride of your life.
There is nothing special,
Nothing unique about
The passage of time.
Something only clocks sense,
Something pendulums dictate.
We live by time,
We die by time,
And we don't even control it.
Time passes like nothing else,
It resembles nothing known,
It acts like something alien,
Always working against us,
Always an enemy of progress.
Time is by my side always,
Making sure I do not succeed,
Making sure failure is assured,
Causing panic and stress,
Destroying the ones I love,
Robbing me of my youth,
Removing me from this plane.
But I will destroy time,
Stopping its ebb and flow,
Taking it from the equation,
Doing the impossible.
But stopping time stops it all.
If time is only a measurement,
It is invulnerable to change,
Immune to an end.
That is why the only end to time,
Is the end of oneself.
One way to escape time is known.
It is also to escape life.