Time Travel

They say that fear of death is the greatest fear of all

 Everything finally has to add up to the fear of death

 I think we fear time

 Our fight is against the clocks

 Seconds are wasting away as I'm writing this

We think we're stationary and everything around us is moving

 But we move along with it

Can't define time. But we quantify it

We write about it

We grant ourselves the privilege of wasting it

Maybe we are all just hourglasses, stuck in a sandstorm

There's almost nothing that time can't fix

 What's broken will mend, and what mends will break again

How do we account for the past? 

What do we expect from the future, while stuck in an infinite present?

 It all melts away

 Isn't it weirdly fascinating that we are merely cells, 

And we are able to imagine dimensions and otherworldly possibilities?

 We tell stories of beasts that once lived, visit ancient ruins, and museums

What can we learn from this? 

What mistakes should we avoid making, and for what? To live a little longer?

The infinite present is the loneliest

 There is a rock revolving around a ball of gas

The rock rotates on its own axis. Almost done

The stars are coming out. I had a bad day at work

It was a weird month. This year has been surreal

Make resolutions again. Break rules and break bones 

Break the clock, but time won't stop. Can still hear the tick-tock.