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// Change 
// Story: Clockwork 
// by 71NYL-5CR4TCH 
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She wants to see things from my view.

Things which I have not seen for myself, for I have not thought to see them.

To see the changes I may make but have not dared to create, for no one would know but me.

But now, now that I can bring her with me, she can know. She can know the changes I could make.

So in my gaps, for all my days, I have found peace and loneliness.

Yet now she asks to see change beside me.

Is it right?

The world is changing, it is how we make the distinction that time has passed.

All the minuets and the seconds and the hours, they just mark an amount of change that has occurred, regardless of the change's significance.

Without this change, could time even exist?

And if these changes happen here, does time pass?

I have always existed outside of time, in my own way. I thought I understood it so well, so deeply. I was able to stand out and look in. This was all time brought, change. Good and bad, nothing stayed forever. Here, it would never move without my command.

Flowers bloom and foals are born.

Trees rot and death takes us all.

In the end, we are a story of change.

Written in flesh and soul, by the change we will all undergo, and the change we can only hope to leave behind.

So do I dare? Do I dare to command change when time will not be there to mark it? Is it right to usurp time's throne?

For I will change within my gaps because I am not marked by time. I slip through it's grasp, an exception.

But to take the world from it's grasp? Was I freeing it or poisoning it?

Am I a decenter of tyranny, or a disrupter of the peace?

Would I be an angel? Or a demon?

Is this freedom, or anarchy?

Is this use, or abuse?

Is this my right?

It must.

For by this gift or this curse I have been given the opportunity to produce change of time itself.

So time must live by it's own rules,

and change with itself.

And so with great power over this world, or with pathetic submission to my desire,

I do as she asks, and change this world before time itself can notice.

I do so little yet so much.

I take a book from a young dragon's hands, 'Power Ponies Vol. 16', and place another in it's place, 'Crime & Punishment'.

Fitting, I suppose.

Both in the mind games Twilight had planned, but also because here I was, a powerful pony indeed.

But was this a crime?

Or was the crime to hold on?

Time has brought change, but I have preserved, all that I hate and all that I adore.

So am I taking power away from time by changing without it?

Or giving it back by allowing change to pass where time cannot reach?

I cannot know unless I act.

So I have acted, and soon...

I will know.