Time.
What is it exactly?
Why do we have it?
For what reason do we need it?
To make us anxious?
To make us panic?
To make us scared?
To make us manic?
To make us feel the need to rush things?
When really all you are rushing is to die,
Quicker,
Faster,
Just forgetting the world,
Healing your wounds just like a plaster.