If time cannot be seen
If time cannot be heard
Then why can we feel it so?
Time can feel slow
Locking us into an internal pace
Time can feel fast
Letting life fly before your eyes
Time can hurt us in ways we cant explain
Not allowing us the time we need
To love and grow
Keeping us away from those moments
That grow so far away
With every waking minute
Not our friend or enemy, for time is time
We all wish it would work our way.
Before we know it
Daylight no longer awaits its end.
And we have let the hours and minutes trail away.
The ones we couldve and shouldve spent with the ones we love.
Before you know it, it becomes too late