Is it fast or slow
Or programed to weather the flow
Moving along the path of order
While accommodating pace of disorder
Where does its head headed
Maybe toward tomorrows unvisited
And does its tail eliminate the past
Or furnish the shadows of the cast
Whose times were cut short
To make room for players of court
Is my time same as your time
Where we enjoy the same clime
Or is there a difference in our rhythm
That determines how we fathom
The clock moves with aim
Deceiving us to play the game
The game of evolutionary sway
That undermines humanity's way
Does Time actually exist
In the way we wield its fist
Is Time absolutely real
In the theatre of Universal trawl
If it is, I cannot feel its passing
Cannot comprehend its amassing
Some go early some go late
Some never even knew of its weight
So, is Time a season in the shadows
Or a reason to plant the willows.