There is no 'real time'
even the speed of light takes some time to light up somewhere where the time has already gone and that's passing time or past time on the timeline,

show me a now and I'll tell you it was,
but when I kiss you and time stands still and the clock ticks on and the place where you were is still there but you've gone,

what am I to make of it?

I imagine a dial with so many combinations and each one a moment in these times of frustrations and too many numbers to call

there is no 'real time' at all,

give me a minute and
Chopin gave me a waltz,
but
that's just diamonds for the dancers of
which only few sparkle

the ideal time not real time but my time with you time
is the one time it's real but never in 'real time'

when you've cracked the code any road that you walk on is the road that will take you to where fate awaits you and if time overtakes you
don't worry
there is really no 'real time' at all.