I was not born, but I did begin,
In conjunction, with the origin of all things,
By your presumption, over those, you are called King

Do not be too comfortable with such a crown
For compared to me, the entire histories you have passed down,
Are less than a raindrop in vast oceans,

The seasons rise and fall to the tidal call of my motions
All that you make, I will one day fade to nothing
And long after the last of you are gone, my journey continues on

Mark my passage in various ways, from the sundial to the satellite,
My appetite, has the right to devour, minute by minute, hour by hour
I am time.

My rhythm may seem to possess the gentle tone and steady drone
Of a metronome, but this is not true.
Think about how I move differently for you?

In the seconds of intense pain, I am stretched,
Each heartbeat seems a century, one hundred years of blinding tears
And jolting fears condensed to an never ending venture in heavy grief
I split split seconds, and divorce them, filling the void,
To kill and destroy in slow motion, I pause them in high resolution heartbreak

The same applies to the moments of bliss,
I can freeze the picture of lips in a kiss,
On the foreheads of daughters and sons
Born, under my watch, their life just begun.

When a team has nearly won
I move slow before celebrations
And quick for the opponents losing in the greatest of sporting occasions,

I will carry you all forward, and you have all bought a ticket
On a one way ride, there are no return journeys,
Once aboard you climb. Your track will wind, over valleys and peaks
Through alleys and streets, beneath trees and over seas,
In the shadow and sun, the hurricane winds, the coldest winters
And beautiful springs, believe me for I mean it,
The route will be scenic, and many will share your carriages,

From first loves to marriages, you may stay together
As close as you can to forever, and grow old, clutching one another
Under my touch. Many will depart the ride, but you must continue
That's part of life.

How many times have you prayed that I would rewind?
If only I reversed, you could return to your birth,
And not make the same mistakes,

If only I reversed, you would be there on time,
To say goodbye when your best friend died

If only I reversed, you could share one more talk
With Grandparents and parents and families whose tickets,
Took them less far, and ask their advice

If only I reversed, you would save relationships
Kill Hitlers and stop genocides, you would buy lottery scratch cards
And hit the winning prize -

From the altruistic, to the materialistic
You wish that I would bend to your will, for after all you are humans

The very same humans that ensure each war has a sequel
So that history repeats, and then repeats again in movie scenes
If only I reversed, you would still do it again without end.
Some names will echo through my halls, but never eternity,
For no one ever does, some names will never make my noticeboard
But they are no less worthy, for in the eyes of time,

You are all deserving to have your fair share, it is what you do with me,
That is all important.
I am a healer, or I feed the fires of bitterness,
I can turn best friend to stranger, and stranger to best friend
A lover to an enemy, and back to a lover again.

I will change opinions and only from me, can you access wisdom
So the young man that wrote this poem,
Is far too ignorant to understand my systems

He cannot do me justice in rhyme.
I am before you. I am after you.
Now, I call time.