Time
I'm pretty sure time's only goal is to work against me. It doesn't matter how hard I push, how fast I run, or how much I give, I can't fight it. I'm either too late, too old, too young, or too early.
David died; I was too late.
Mom died; I was too young to understand or fix it.
Frank died.
Most people I see have lost someone. Lose some more while I'm still around. Their time, shall we say, came. And still, I can't change it. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even supposed to. When I was younger I was so sure. I just knew that I had to be out there, fighting the good fight. Now more and more I find myself questioning this. How many times do I have to show up too late to save someone? For every one person I save, five more die. I can't be everywhere at once - simple physics tell me that - so what's the point?
No one can escape their inevitable death, anyway.
Muse: Chase Jones
for Supernatural Haven