Time.

I want to say that time is a fallacy in itself.
For how do you say that it is today, what is tomorrow, what is yesterday
What is to come, what is to be
What will never exist, and what exists eternally.
How do you say our futures exist when, In reality, our future is now.
Carpediem, Seize the moment, capture the second.
With every tick of time that passes by, our moment is gone.
Can you capture a moment without losing your sanity?
Is it possible to truly remember without being lost in the touch, the warm embrace of yourself.
Is all of this, truly deception...

Is of all of this...
Truly,
Time.