Take your time she said,
Those words linger in my head,
Like an auto-tuned pop song leaves your consciousness begging for air.

Take your time she said,
Those words stay with me till I'm dead,
Like a bad choice of tattoo begging to be drowned in your body hair.

We're told time,
Is never time at all,
It's never too late,
It's never too early,
Your time will come,
Your time has passed...

But what is 'Your time'?
What is my time?
What, is time?

The most precious commodity in our world, yet we don't know it?
We measure every second, every minute, every hour, but never know it's true length?
It is our whole world, we're surrounded by it, but always looking for more...
More time,
The right time,
The first time,
The last time...?

Time is what you wasted, while trying to spend it wisely,
Time is what you never have enough of, until you have too much,
Time is what you spend, while watching it all slip away....

Take your time, she said.