Time

There's darkness in this hour, Everyone but me is asleep, Everyone is deep in meaningless dreams, How I wish to squeeze in their peace. Every inch is monotonous, And everyday seems like yesterday, this thoughts that I wonder, keep me awake for dreadful hours. Why is time so ruthless, why doesn't it stop or pause, featuring no mortal force, why does it consume nature's soul? Are we in the brick of time, Or do we need to take this ride, or better of to take another side, for everything as un ending, including this overwhelming time! why does it consume our youths faces,