Time is a concept
We each perceive
It may be twelve
But what is it really?

Is it the aging of things
And the death of youth
Or the sounds of spring
The smell of winters beginning?

Or maybe currency
Across time
Across the sea
Always the same
In any city
Percieve it as such
Now tell me my friend
What have you bought?

I bought some work
To maintain current life
I bought guitar
The beauty of music
I bought a gaze at the stars
And many good flicks

Now I've bought this poem
At a worthy price
Now you've bought it too
The art it's been
I hope it was worth it
~Thank you im very appreciative!~