“Can I borrow some of your time?”

- “How can you borrow what isn’t mine?”

It’s A strange concept I have found,
As two hands rotate, right around.
They gave you A face -
Where numbers were placed.
They made you tick -
and made you tok.
They attempt to gauge,
what can not stop.
Seems like a shame,
For us to name,
Or try to measure,
Your continuous almighty forever.