To Create, Instead of Destroy

[Didos]

One hundred and eighty years.

Of work, of research, of advances, of creating instead of destroying.

 

Many more failures than successes. Many stories that don't fit in books.
Many ups and downs, that aren't possible to see any longer.

 

In a world that turns, and we turn with it.

Until we stop turning, and we stagnate.

 

I stopped.

 

In space. In time. In history.

A stone in the timeline.

Unchanging. Eternal.

 

But, still there, in the back.

Watching. Observing.

Indirectly changing a thing here, and there.

 

But, forced to merely that.

Few changes. Brief changes.

In a world constantly changing and forgetting what is little.

Taking. Taking away.. Everything that is known.

  

What I knew. I do not remember.

 

Thoughts are fleeting.

Thoughts are distant and irrelevant.

Nothing else is relevant.

Not anymore.

 

Gears turning, but slowly coming to a halt.

Stopping.. is the way.

All machines stop eventually.

All end the same way, no matter how long they last.

 

I remember when it was not like this.

But I no longer remember how it was.

It all escaped my mind eventually.

Family. Home. Creations.

Everything gone.

 

So much time.. time that slips through our hands.

Slips away.. Until everything around is no more.

  
It all slips away from us..

  

Mainly for the one which opted to create, in a world that everyone only destroy.

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