The March of Time

[drowned_mermaid]

How do you hide from Time?
How do you stop something that has
No Beginnning and No End?

It's always before you,
Behind you,
Surrounds you;
It takes you
And breaks you
And makes you its' own.

Time is the Mother,
The Father, a brother,
The Reaper, a creeper
Coming to get you

Always constant,
Incessant,
Unending.

Time is the one thing
That I've learned to fear.