Only Guests In The Kindom Of Time

I am an opinion that arose in the depth of your imagination. I rose with the sun and set with it too. I aligned myself with the stars because I was ambitious. I decreased to par because I strive with commitment, but I was lost in something called time. It was not until I met with it, that I realized I would become of it. Become of what, some might say. Become a vision in the depth of your despair, I only repeat with shame. That’s why I rose to claim your soul. Only so you could see the better days without the frigid nights. Why I chose you, you might ask. It was because you had potential. I knew you could make it. I knew you could..... But in the end you failed to please me. All this time I saw your potential go to waste. So was I wrong to believe in you? Was the beginning just a lie or were you really trying your best? I don’t know time is tricky to cheat, but when I realized you were plummeting downhill, I still believed. When you were homeless on that frigid winter night three years ago, I still believed. When your parents died, I still believed. When you wanted to kill yourself, I still believed. I thought that you would understand. Many would come up to you and say, "Shut up you failure, you have no right to talk," but you know what I did, I lit you up like the fourth of July and showed them a home run. I knew you had it in you, I said in joy. I knew you could do it, but after that you sat in a corner and drank some more. You showed them who was boss though, on January the fourth. What happened to you? I believed in you I kept saying. You went up to those men and told them to hold up. Then you went on and quoted Shakespearian text as if you were in love, "To be, or not to be that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause—there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, th'oppressor's wrong..." You wouldn't stop talking, but I just sat there listening to those beautiful lines. Then you paused, this was after you had finished the lines from Hamlet. You then went on to say, “My fellow friends did you not listen to the lines that I had just stated? Hamlet said for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, th’oppressor’s wrong. You my friends have bared those whips and scorns and struck them through my heart. As if I do not feel. Was Hamlet a failure? No, so am I for repeating his words?” They actually had to apologize to get you to stop; I remember that day so vividly, honestly my greatest accomplishment. My friend! My student you were, but why would you in the end go back to who you were? You could have become someone. You could have at least tried. I stand here in front of you wasting no time at all. Trying every minute to make you the best you can be. Even though you have failed me one too many times, I struggle to embellish the times that make you best. I bring them back into your memory so that you can succeed. No one in my eyes is a failure, but sometimes we fail to see that. You can become the president. You can become Bill Gates himself, but that wouldn’t change the fact of who you were. You were homeless on the streets. You drank for sleepless years. You were nothing, but I still believed. You though did end up becoming someone. You rose to fall, but in the end you raised yourself once again. I am proud to see a man made of you. You should those men who you were and days later they came back again. They signed you up with a deal. They wanted you because you were special. You would be on advertisements as the homeless smart man. You would be famous. They were surprised that a homeless man could be so smart. They wanted you. See how easy that was. See my friend. The struggle you went through was it worth it in the end? You could have become this famous years before. You could have been the best ever known, but you had to be a failure before you rose. You had to see success in the end. Your forty-five now and finally have a job. You finally succeeded in my eyes and everyone else, but have you learned about time? You have learned other things like how to strive before every stride. Also you have learned how to save your words for the times that are important, but you see your imagination has now ended; I will leave you with this though, time definitely is money, but in the end if you do not have the will to succeed that time will be wasted like minutes and seconds in the years.