Maybe it doesn't make sense, but it does to me
Time is meaningless until you give it a purpose. It is an endless tunnel of nothing until it's filled with the essence of life. Then time is everything. Time can leave its victims in a suffocation of countlesss wounds, but it can also heal the deepest scar. Time is powerful in the battles of hatred, but powerless in the presence of love. It owns hopes and dreams, but steals futures, and casts shadows on pasts. It comforts tears, but crushes happiness. Time is its own greatest victory, and its own largest defeat.