Time – a cruel but benevolent mistress. You are the marker of reality, defining every waking moment.
Time – too much, or never enough. You are either on my hands or slipping out.
Time – speeding, slowing. Your ebb and flow never seeming to bless me at convenient times.
Your abundance of scarcity makes you irresistible to the thirsty lips of mankind.
Time – you do not exist, clocks exist. You are but a conception of my small mind.