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My life falls prey

to you , oh Time,

but do not rejoice.

You do not scare me.

As a matter of fact,

I hold dominion over you;

I, the man have created you,

moulded you into hours,

days, months, years, centuries…

I, myself, have erected my gaol

designating you, my warder.

You are crowned

a triumphant victor, oh Time,

but do not rejoice.

Your existence is a delusion.

I, the Man, have given you

shape and power over my life;

I, myself, will burst the fetters

and free, will soar in eternity!

© Ann Marie Zagorianos