Time is
ruthless and unfeeling,
refusal to succumb to
one's pleas and wishes,
moving along, unrestrained,
like water flowing from high to low grounds.

Willing it to come to a standstill
but to no avail.

Should one pick up pace in everything
that one does so as to make the fullest
out of the limited time?
Or should one retain one's own pace to
appreciate every single act one does in
the limited time?

Even life and death
and bound together by time.
Every step one takes one moves closer
to the end of one's life.
Life's depleting by the second.

So why not just
let the night come.
Let us all take refuge in the darkness,
away from the cold, harsh light.
Let us all die inevitably from the lack of sunlight.
Let this world perish
and life in the universe extinguish.

That way
your existence would also be unnecessary
And we can all finally rest in peace.