Time

From the dark chambers of uncertainty
We were given a sudden pull to consciousness
By an inpatient and irreversible lone traveller
To be driven across a boulevard of hope;
Just so we can conceive fear and its ever more harsh and coercive growl.

Time, that one thing that lures us into the uncertain future
Pulling us by the string of curiosity tied around our ego.
To reinstate us into obliviousness.

Time has no purpose but to instill hope and fear.
And Life is but just a spark of hope that travels in the speed of fear
Soon to shatter and dissapear into pieces of nothingness.
©Amadu Wurie Jalloh
Photo credit: Santiago Caruso