An ode to time

It is actually an honor to speak to you. The strongest thing now and you will always be like that. You will never die so you are not afraid of anything. You exist everywhere. You never rest, you are so strict and powerful. But I know, that in the deep inside of you, I know that you are kind and helpful.

Just looking at you makes me nervous. No, nervous is not the word , I'm apprehensive. I feel like I'm a slave of you. your magic cannot be defeated by any thing. Oh if you just gave me some of you powers, I would be free, like a wild horse out in the open space, and feel the fresh air hitting my face. No one could stop me. The only difference with a wild horse is that I cannot stop myself.

When I look at you more deep and deep in to you, I feel your anger, and a sense of cruelty in you. You have millions of slaves and because you don't know how to use them and that you don't know what to do with them, you torture them more and more. But the scary thing is that if you leave them alone, they don't know what to do. Also I don't know what to do when I'm with you. when I'm with you, I feel terribly weak.

I wonder what you look like. You just tell us your thoughts by your messenger, the clock. And I never saw your face I want you to show me. I'm even being suspicious with your grammar. You always repeat the word "TIC, TOC" and I can't understand its' meaning. Is it a spell to make us sleep? Is that why I feel nervous when I hear the endless word: "TIC, TOC“?