Time something we all have, something that creates us, something that makes us disappear.  Something that creates despair, creates joy.
Creates pain. It can give us everything all at once,
and then nothing.
It creates perfection and pain,
happiness and hell,
greatness and grief.
In the end time will take us all, take what we love, what we treasure in life.
Time is sorrow, time is the sun, lightens up our paths, leaves us in darkness but always comes back.
Time is life. Life is time.