TIME

I feel my time slipping away from me like the loose reins of a sun chariot.

Every time I see the date, I tighten my grip, only to be burned. Too fast.

Yes, I hold the whip to control the horses running rampant,

but instead they whip me with their wild constraints.

And so the human revokes mastery of the universal dimension

And thus the world -- great grand scheme -- returns to order

Yet returns to chaos

As the human -- puny perspective -- sees it.