Time
Time is a voracious predator.
Its stealth is unmatched, for without a sound-
It will take from us any and all promise of tomorrow.
Its sharp talons, always poised and curled,
Easily pluck the unsuspecting of us from our reverie,
And steal from us our potential greatness.
Time is a ruthless, bastard child-
Having neither mother, nor father,
Holding no love for man, woman, nor beast.
Time is the commodity that we possess the least of,
But it is that thing which we are willing to pay the most for.
And in the end, there was never enough.