"Time's Promise"

Is it fair?
Not that it matters
One way or another.
Fair is no excuse
Rain falls in June
Hard drives crash
People starve…
Fair is an ideal, a child who appreciates youth.

Is it right?
By whose standards?
Perhaps it can’t be wrong
You can justify anything
Maybe that’s what this is.
If it is wrong, who is to blame?
Millions of answers
None are right. 

Is it real?
Can dreams not count as reality?
If one is to feel within a dream
What is the distinction from reality?
There is sight—undoubtedly there is sight
And smell, oh, intoxicating scent
Touch, hear, feel, yes, yes, yes
Is that a yes?
 
Are unanswerable questions worth asking?
Trick question
Is there an answer?
One day…
That’s it!
TIME
He who obstinately races and crawls and ignores convenience
Selfish, selfish TIME
 
He who heals, who knows
Who murders, who fools
Who has everything
Yet shares nothing
Nothing but a promise
Of full disclosure
Harsh, unyielding, inflexible
Soothing disclosure.
 
And so we wait
For an answer
In TIME
With hope, and fear, and shame, and doubt, and ecstasy, and passion, and impatience, and respect, and rage, and grace…
Let it be.
Every second he reveals infinitely
Without patronizing fair, right, real--
Just is.