Time

Time is a waste,
Time is immortal,
Time is just space
That cannot be altered.

Time is not sane,
You can't hear it rattle.
Time feels no pain,
It feels nothing at all.

Time's never late,
Nor does it keep us alive,
It is but a state
In which we survive

Time is the one
And only pure constant,
For, without time,
Matter is absent.

Time is what fuels
Energy to exist,
And whatever happens,
Time will persist.

Time always existed

And always will,

Forevermore twisted
Forevermore still...

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more."