Time doesn't really exist
Invented by man and woman for accounting purposes
So time travel exists only in one's mind
They are memories of relationships and exclusive paths taken
Some never fully reject one's former life
Others see even previous moments depleted in meaning
Attempting novel way to avoid self descent
Ameliorating the length of the waiting game
Accepting those who see only their life unfold
Revising one's thoughts on jewelry because of someone highly reputed
Stones once polished, today a nondescript slab
History can be unkind to even the wisest
Superficial wounds only a reminder of an imagination in agony
It doesn't take endurance to curse the analytical process
That is why time, as we know it, is best left in its place
