I Understand

Time

Time.

All it does is keep going.

It doesn't slow down.

It doesn't speed up.

Not for anyone.

Not for anything.

It is a being.

Not of human form.

Nor of breathing animal or plant form.

But it is a living being.

It lives for solely one purpose.

And that is to keep being.

Being perfect.

Being numerous.

Being a metronome.

A metronome that never speeds up.

A metronome that never slows down.

It just stays one tempo.

You can lose track of time.

You can get lost in it too.

But it cannot lose track of you.

And it cannot get lost in you.

Things can take time.

But time cannot take things.

Time can tell.

You can too but it may not be the truth.

It may not be what you expect.

It may not be what you want.

Or what you need.

But time is a moment.

And a moment it shall be.

Time is an endless frame.

It keeps going.

On and on.

Forever and ever.

And it is unstoppable.

Your time will one day be up.

But time will never be yours.

You cannot harness it.

You cannot embrace it.

You can cherish it, for it is a being.

But it can never be yours,

Nor another's.

It is it.

It is a being.

And a being it is.