The void that surround the glasses

Time...
What does time means?
Time doesn't mean anything
Because time doesn't exist
 
Time is like a glass with thousands of pins struck on it
One in every second
Cracking it
Little by little...
Until it breaks and becomes nothing more than thousands little pieces
 
It differs for every living thing
The time...
Other glasses are strong
But others are sensitive and fragile
 
Time is merciless
It takes without giving
But time was created by people
It's something to get rid of the void
The endless void that sorround us
 
Is it scary?
To know that you can't get away,
to know that the glass is cracking
in every second and breath you take
and leads to nothing but a void...
And now this fragile glass shakes,
Breaking...

~sm