Fighters of Time

Time rushes past leaving naught behind
But sometimes being a free soul was a curse in itself

We followed no authority of the time
Did that make us foolish?

Yes
As they say 'What doesn't move with time perishes,'

Fighting with time was a fool's errand

For it was ruthless to its defiers
With just a few moments of life left
There was no regret to be found in our hearts
Only happiness

With freedom not far from sight
Shining like a bright white light

Welcoming us with its warm embrace
For we were the fighters of the time
FOOLISH AND DEAD