Tyrant Time..

There upon the kitchen wall, our Lord and master dictates to all. Make haste,make haste we're going to be late that round faced tyrant controls our fate.. That stealer of youth and happy days in the sun, that spoiler of best moments,laughter and fun. We seek your approval within limits you set to a round thing with numbers, that hasn't lived yet. I dispute your authority take away that face you don't exist, I've looked,there's no trace.. No smell, no substance, no stories of your own but how have you prospered, and successfully grown? Life's mystery and wonder always amaze,so what will happen at the end of your days? I get it now you hold all the aces, a great reset,a clean slate, a time for new faces. But there's one who endures,who will always be here,you answer to him , he holds us most dear..