Time

 

Time is a mystery, one which man will never find,
It kills and creates, slows and speeds,
Why when your having fun, does it go faster in our mind?
And why when were in pain, does it drag forever, til the pain recedes?

Time is a law, to which we are all bound,
A second, a minute, an hour, a day,
unless the law is unbound,
Til then we are just pawns in times universal play.

Author's Note

I was bored in a very long maths exam, and scribbled it down on the side of my paper.