Time...The Twisting Traitor....

He was holding himself up with hope....hoping for that time to come back....time that had flown past him, laughing at him, showing all sorts of dreams, so unattainable. He was unable to gather the intensity, the strength to shout back and tell it, that soon he will be back....back for the best. He wanted time to know that even if it had shown him the worst, with forte he held, he will be riposting. How unfair it could turn, how unjust it could do which turned the crown of the creed to the slave of the self sort. When he needed the most he had none. Why did that significant creator made him choose the unwanted. Or was he the chosen unwanted? What questions and what answers...whom to ask and who to answer was all in the mind....mind of the significant creator.