Time is all that sets us free To all the wonders, that can be humanly perceived Time is all that binds us To mundane, almost emotionless routines we have conceived.
Time is the ticking of the clock That gnaws at us; leaving no immediate mark Time is the face that has come to mock It creeps on regardless; you notice it turn light to dark.
Time is the invisible candle that everyone innately holds It gets lit from the moment we open our eyes Time is not the wick that gives berth to flame Rather it is the waxes that burn and then vaporise.
Time can and will never stop Moments go by with the blink of the eyes Time..., it does not favour It isn't biased, it doesn't get swayed by truths or lies.
Time is the entity that governs almost all It will tell when it deems it's right From seedling to tree, hatchling to flight A weakness to strength, the frail to might.
Time is the quest That we have strived to conquer Time is all of us We have secretly craved for life much longer.
Time would only permit All that I could pen in time Time will always suggest to omit So I could capture it all in rhyme.