When I speak of time in the true form
I speak of those moments that we all face

The moment when you wait for the screen to ignite in life
The moment when you watch the loading percentage increase
The moment of silence between the songs
The seconds left between the turn in the page

Those times you may assume thoughtless
Or without meaning

The mere minute left standing in the elevator
The stall before sleep takes a proper hold
The pause between sentences
The pause in words as breath interrupts it

These are the moments I speak of
The seemingly mindless moments
On their own seem weak
But over a lifetime
Become the moments
That you were alive
Don't take for granted the time given
When the time given is not concious
To the mind of the foolish