Time Is What You Make It
What is
Time
But a measure
Of
Being?
We act
As if
Our
Time
Is so valuable
That we’d
Trade
Our
Life
For
It.
If we have such
Finite
Time,
Why do
We
Waste
It
Sleeping?
Sleep
Is
Necessary
Just as
Time
Is
Too.
Time:
The
Ultimate
Measurement
Of what is
Left,
When all we know
Is
What has been
Used.
When can
We
Tell
When
Time
Is
Up?
We act as though
We control
Time
When,
Ultimately,
It
Controls
Us.
We are at the mercy
Of the
Clock,
Where
Every
Tick and tock
Makes our world
Rock.
Just as the hands
Move,
We must be
Moving
Too.
Just as the seconds
Wind
Down,
So too
Does the time
We
Have left
In our
Moment
Of
Being.
Who knows
When the
Batteries
Run
Out,
But who knows
How
Long they’ll
Go
Too?
Digital
Or
Analog,
They’re all
The
Same
In
The
End.
Time
Is what you make
It,
So
Is it
Time
To
Go
Or
Time
To
Stop?
There’s
Always
Time left
On
The clock
Until
The
Sands
Run out
In the hourglass
Of life
That we hold
So
Delicately
With our dainty
Fingers.
Time is a construct
We have created
To make the elements
Of
Our
Days
Have meaning.
We construct
Our
Days
Based
On
Twenty-Four
Hours
Of
Cycling.
We build
Our
Time
Based
On
The
Earth
And
It’s
Rotation.
We sleep
Based on
Night
And
Day.
We live
Based
On
The
Calendar
Of our
Years.
All we need is
Bold
Ears
To hear
Our
Boldest
Fears.
Take action
In this world
Because
You never
Know
How
Much
Time
You may
Really
Have.
It’s better to
Seize
Than
To
Squander.
