To Stubborn Time

Dear Stubborn Time:

What gives you the power over everything?
Tiny as we are, a speck of dust in the universe, we gave you a shape.
A form to measure you with numbers
Ignorant and proud, unready to accept our feeble existence
We tried to put you within a double digit measure
And said this is it. We found how to define Time
Only to realize the infinity exists and that's your realm.
In return,  what do we get?  
A curse that binds us to the many things of this world
And the truth that someday we will have to break the ties
I wish I could tame you, make you understand the pain.
But again, I am no God. So all i can do is vomit the words
To make you feel disgusted and make you feel ashamed knowing I will fail
Your heart, what if you were like us?
With a feeble heart that aches when what you Love is taken away
Would you hurt yourself then? Like a psychopath