How treacherous is time Be it a clock
With the hands ticking, seconds pass
Or an hourglass
Sand falling through the glass
One by one, but after a while
That continuous movement
Becomes a deluge
From first to the last
None more important than the rest
Time is a game of chess
Nuance and subtle movement
Or direct attack
All the same yet different
Fight or defend
It is all the same
Every piece, greater towards the less
With every second meaning something different
But everyone's second
Lasts the same length
There are the same number
Of seconds in a minute
Or minutes in an hour
No second, minute or hour greater
Than the other
Time has the ultimate power
To wear down the permanent
To decay the temporary
To destroy the legacies
And obscure the history
Born into a life
We have no choice
We must live and die
Losing every moment
And every memory
Time ends
But what happens next
Isn't clear to me
