Time - the mistaken slave!

The dawn the dusk,
are notching my head 
like a premium rusk.
All the lights are shedding off,
Either that,or my eyes are at laugh.
Falling apart day by day,
it's nothing, but my hair 
that's turning grey.

Though being a mere unit of measure,
it's what everyone seeks to treasure.
It runs slow at times, 
like when the sorrows seem to forever last,
it will creep too slow, but never too fast.
While others enjoy the moments that'll calmly please,
like a revenge to call, it runs like hell rather than cease.

May it be the wounds that run too deep,
Or may it be the phase that's running too low;
from winds of winter to  Autum's fall,
it's time that'll change it all.

People plead turning it back ,
some so that they can change the cause to their regret,
while some so that they can live it once again.
For what they don't know is,
it will all end in vain just like reverting the falling rain.
Many walked down the same road,
seeking for things in near future,
few found the way, few wandered off;
But nobody succeeded so long so far.
Cause they didn't knew the secret to universe's fall, 
that it's only gravity that can defy it all.

For whenever hoped for it to be,
whatever we wanted it to be.
It either turned out as a lesson,
or it exampled as slave not to be.
Though being a black sheep of current phase,
it's the only thing people chase.
Fooling everyone about it getting fooled,
it turned out to be a master,
in a disguise of slave that ruled .
It was only until when they realised the 'it' referred was nothing,

but a havoc named TIME.