interrupted

A moderately challenging task,
none yet which is to be spoken of.
Only when time permits.
The immediate opposition of time would be increased tenfolds,
disrupting the ever-so delicate strand of time,
destroying the warmth,
the goodness of what created this world.

It still goes on,
without cause,
without meaning,
without knowledge.

What spurs it so,
charging blindly into the fray?