Whispers Of Our Soul

Tick tock

Time isn't a he or a she
It just simply is
It gives before it takes
Every hour
Every minute is a gift

We are ignorant
To blame our carelessness on a thing
A thing that has no face or form
There is no such thing as wasted time
We are the ones who corrupt it

Time cannot be used again
It cannot be grabbed again
Or taken back
It is nonrefundable
Once it is gone, it is lost forever

I wonder if it flies away to a place
A place that holds all used time
And stores it in beautiful cases
So you may come and admire lost time
But you cannot touch or change it

Time ticks away
Seconds into minutes
Minutes into hours
Hours into days into weeks
Into months into years into lives

I'd imagine Time doesn't wait
Or stop for anyone
It simply goes because if you have to
Keep ticking that long, than why waste
Time on something slowing you down?

It's insane how Time needs itself
Time needs Time
How crazy and bizarre is that
The thing that is the most powerful
Needs something

All in due time is wrong
Time doesn't owe us a penny
We should be paying it
Paying for wasting so many
Precious moments and memories

They say thank you for your time
When really Time isn't anyone's
It is free and we happen to be here
We use it and call it ours
But it is far from so

Time isn't a he or a she
It just simply is
It gives before it takes
Every hour
Every minute is a gift