Time hasn’t stopped, it never passed.
That it never existed, no one has grasped.
The past, present, and future are ‘now’.
We’d live if we choose; we could just allow.
I haven’t died yet, but I wasn’t even born.
The crown of conquest has many a thorn.
We struggle with time, we struggle with life.
We’re slaying dragons with a pocket knife.
Why slay dragons and why struggle so much?
Time is an illusion with no human touch.
Why fight life while we could just be?
Dragons are wiser with such magic, to me.
They always were and forever just will.
They are timeless; life is their thrill.