Sons of time

We're all trapped in the unstoppable continuos passing of time. Our lives depends of it, our perception of our own depends of it. The knowledge that we have about time gets us possibly aware on fact the power whose time exercise upon us keeping us slave of its own unavoidable essence. Trying to figure out the essence of time, it's like to be an eternal-child stuck in a undefinable dimension of which there is no way out to escape from a determinated destiny.