there's no time

i know a group of people who call themselves
the 'fictionalists'.
they don't believe in time,
or so they tell me.
i hear the werewolf's wail, it's argument is
sure but stale like fairy tales,
whereas,
their voices are melodic but unconvincing.

i hold a view which considers
time to be solid like a wall that separates
you from me.
their argument is loosely constructed on the principles of
alcohol intake, getting shitfaced and blurting out
illogical theories surely stemming out of insecurities
faced by people alone.
these people don't know how to breathe,
i can't preach to them because i live by theories too,
no one yet has broken them,
the path is obstructed by time and it's obsolete
bestiality,it's never been friendly.
therefore,
no two people can be lovers,
nor can a group with a cause drink together.