to time

Dear time,

How does it feel,

To be misunderstood,

To be misconstrued,

To be reduced,

Like God, into an icon,

Holding not even a grain of what is true,

To win everything,

And everyone,

Yet feel lost,

You,

Who know everything and everyone,

Do you know who you are,

Or are you just as lost,

As things you have made and unmade,

Wondering,

Condemned to perpetual questions,

Without answers…