Whoever wherever we be
Inexorably chained to time;
However whatever we do,
We're duly logged in time.
It's shadow, ours, of existence,
It's blueprint we step on step;
It's our past, future, presence,
It's what binds all in Universe.
Time is slices of presence packed,
Where self creeps, past to future;
Time is blocks of existence built,
Self is the rust on time's surface.
Time is womb, time is tomb,
A road for self to glide ahead;
Time is desire; time, freewill,
A bait that lures world forward.
Time mangles soul to coloured self,
Splits bright light to spectral strains;
It disturbs balance, ruptures peace,
Triggers big bang, cosmic inflation.
Time is mother, time is father,
Time is guardian; time, destroyer;
Time is self, time is the character
That takes self to its destined end.
Time is the source of existence,
Time is the body of the existence;
Time is illusion; so all is illusion,
Yet that makes this life live to live.
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Yes we are inexorably chained to time. Everything is in time. Every bring is an outcome of time. Very well conceived. Thank-you.