I See

What do I see?

I see people, lots and lots of people walking down the road. 

Sometimes I wonder,

If I could hear what all of them were thinking,

What a din it would be.

So confusing, so random.

I see little children,

In their own world,

Unaware of evil,

What if I were like them?

Would it change the person I am?

I see pretty things in pretty shops,

They will soon be replaced by other pretty things,

Why? Do the former cease to be pretty?

I see and I wonder,

What if this were all a dream?

What if I wake up one day,

And realize, everything is different?

I see and I wonder,

I am so big to an ant,

And so small to the universe.

I am too small to even consider.

What am I?

What is this I see?

Who is playing this game?

Am I the player or am I a game piece?

Something tells me,

The player is Time.

Dreaded Time!

If God is so good, 

Why has he captured us in this web of Time?

Why are we forced to surrender to Time?

I wonder, did the devil create Time?

Is God fighting against it too?

Is He caught in this web too?

I am alone?

Aren't I?

Aren't I...?

We can't conquer Time,

Can we?