Time

Time.

Quick to go and never to return.

Patiently waiting for it to hurry.

To hoping it stops and never progresses.

We will never know when our time is up.

Early or Late.

Oh time so easy to fleet us.

So uncaring.

But once we recognise your value.

Your precious value.

Then and only then will we feel just.

Every second counts.

And never comes back.

Oh time.

You seem so uncaring.

But you just want us to care back.