Time had marched on,
aimlessly walking over me,
crushing me with its weight,
burying me under its pressure.
My body was leaden,
unable to stop the parade of seconds,
watching helplessly as they turned into hours,
and slipped relentlessly into days and weeks.
But I have begun to fight back,
to battle the oppressive tyranny of lost moments.
Time no longer guards me,
holding me captive,
only able to be governed by its rules.
I now hold the reins and make time do my bidding.
I am in control,
no longer bullied by its endless cycle,
released from its shackles.