Rewritng of a Passage

So John began to dream of Time. Time, the never resting manager of all dictating its will to the world. The great master of all held on the wrist of man yet free to do as it pleases. What need does time have for a master, and what man may hold him as his own? He hovers high in heaven over looking his domain.standing patiant andd still yet ever constantly moving foward, waithing for his steed to carry him to the end. Been standing there before there was a where yet always moving foward. John was liabale to find a hair from his mane floating in the wind. John was terrified and depressed. Poor Mike! He should not have to fight the pressures of time on his own. John ordered Jim to councel him but Mike refused. The councelers knew all of pain, but they knew nothing of the passage of time. Mike would be fine as soon as time had been vanquished thru imortality. He wasn't going to age. Thats what Mike believed. But Jim told john differntly. And if Jim had said nothing. John would have know by the gathering of wrinkles under the worn pair of delecate orbs. Wrinkles that would once not of dared to imposse a man so energetic now advanced methodicaly. Creeping foward with each dip of the sun. Age, the speedy stalion had finaly taken the lead.