Time ,
Never had a pause ,
A pull or a push,
Always infinite , yet scarce.
Time,
Does not have legs,
Though it's moving continuously,
Faster than you and me,
And the other mortals.
Time,
Never seem to age,
But is an aging factor,
Welcoming deaths and separations,
And the birth of a new life.
Time,
Is regarded precious,
Always chased down by fools,
As if time owes them,
When they take it forgranted.
Time,
Decides when to love ,
When to leave ,
When to prosper,
And when to suffer.
Time,
A cause of chaos,
A part of the 4th dimension,
You'll never see what's coming,
'Til you are there.
Time,
You're gone too soon,
We crossed paths under your reign,
Yet destined to be apart ,
Although your presence is definite.
Time,
Are you an illusion?
Mortals fear and need you,
Have you measured to keep up,
With the pace you seem to have.
Time,
Never is there anyone more powerful,
To amend you, to stop you,
Guilt and remorse, you cast on mortals,
Who try to disobey you.
Time,
Your existence is doubtful,
Yet your significance is felt,
Are you really an element of the space - time fabric?
Or are you just pure imagination?
