Time is the enemy of man, the
universe is ticking away its
existence, we are but a micro
second in its bigger plan.

We take it for granted, not
realizing the moments are
gone they never come back,
we  have only moments to
cherish to live and to love to
try and leave are mark before
we are dust.

The solar system like a clock
counting down, for every
rotation is time running out.

The time we have is something
we think will last, but we are
but micro moments in times
big master plan.