Time

What is time?
A priviledge or problem?
The seconds still tick,
But we never count them.

The high speed car races,
Or the green careful put.
We know how to use it,
But don’t know for what.

Clocks are the downfall
And with them comes stress.
Starting work early,
Which button to press.

The swimmers last lap.
Only one last long breath.
The old man’s fragile memory,
As he is closer to death.

Do you push it aside
When you want it to pass?
Or cherish it dearly,
‘Cause it could be your last?

Too many times
We live by the rule
We nurse our every action
And count our fair duel.

What will be seen
At the butt-end of time?
An empty vineyard
With no bottle of wine?

Are you experienced
Enough to catch time?
To cheat it, breed it,
And cover the sun’s shine?

There once was a moment
I tried to seize it and own it.
And what did I find—
Father is not so kind.

How about a first date
Or a kiss at the door?
At that very minute,
Time weakens the poor.

What are we to do
When at world’s end?
Do we look at our wrist,
And see our dreams never bend?

The message is simple.
Yet we don’t understand.
We do not, and cannot,
As forever can span.

The clocks will not stop,
And the bunny will die.
Its time was too short,
But he never knew why.