Time

Sometimes it flies by

Without looking back

Sometimes it slows to a crawl

Taking forever

So important

But why

Its just numbers

Changing

Every now and again

Not essential

To nature

Who doesn’t react

To its passing

It is a human concept

Created for unknown reasons

Sometimes we are running out of it

Other times we have too much on our hands

Some people waste it

Others use it wisely

But when ours is up

We turn back to dust

Making it totally irrelevant

For we will remain in eternity

Outside of its grasp

Independent of its nature

It’s a mysterious thing

Unusual to the world

Yet that is not realized

Its importance seems enormous,

But how many times has it been beat

By ordinary humans like us

This extraordinary thing

It doesn’t hold a big part of our minds

We pay attention to it unconsciously

Like a second nature to us

It’s been around forever

Whether it had name or not

We now take it for granted

Thinking we control it

But in reality

It controls us and every aspect of our lives

From birth to death and beyond.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Fabulous piece of work, like this point of view a lot,thanks for sharing.

[H. E. Schreiter]

Thank you so much!

[BeautifulTragedy]

wow! This is so beautiful and though provoking.

[H. E. Schreiter]

Thank you!