Time Knows No Master

A pocket watch dangles 

in the breathtaking moment of indecision, 

the hands paralyzed with fear. 

A sound not given. 

No voice trusted. 

Lips sealed in an attempt 

to preserve that which is known, 

that which is comfortable. 

For to venture into the unknown,

into the un-trodden territory 

of ones own mind 

is to depart from the familiar, 

on a journey unmentioned, 

without a sense of direction,

a window of hope, 

a track ...of time.

Time is a powerful thing.

Give a man enough 

and he could change the world. 

Give him too much 

and he will destroy himself.

Give him too little 

and he will be driven mad.