Time is a manmade invention,
used for organization and unification.
That's what they told me,
and I never understood.
How could something so habitual for me,
something so common
be manmade?
How could 60 seconds in a minute
not just be a fact of the universe
but instead,
be some outcome of a calculation
of some dead man's outburst?
But that's what they told me
and even if I didn't understand it,
I took the fact like it was true
like it was understood.

Now you come walking along,
and every minute,
every 60 seconds that passes while you're around,
feels like 1.
A whole day spent with you
feels like nothing at all
and instead of feeling full of you
I feel emptier than when we began.

So maybe time is a manmade invention,
maybe although we can count it,
it's manmade because it doesn't have to feel so factual
all the time.
Because when I'm with you,
every moment passes at the speed of light
but when I'm without you,
it's like time has stopped
and forgotten how to go.