Time

Time is an illusion
Or is it a factual notion
It passes by in the blink of an eye
Just like that, years gone by
And we try to sit and quantify
Put a 24 hour cycle in a case and call it time
Time is a killer
Slowly but surely it drives you mad
Then takes the time to play tricks on your mind
Fades the memories that count and leaves the one's we can live without
We witness the death of our youth and call it time
Time is a healer
The pace of a snail may be faster
But thus is the journey mending a broken heart
The wounds that cannot be cured by pills and potions
Those burried skin deep not beneath our shirts n buttons
Endure the formation of mental scars and call it time
Time is a whore
It screws around on everyone
You might think it's yours until another master comes
It belongs to no man, it's free for all
Miss an opportunity and say its not your time
Time is inpatient
It waits for no man
We bask in the idea of minutes and hours n days
And revel in our 12 month annual  confinement of time
But time cannot really be measured by figures and statistics
It is like infinity, boundless and free
Set boundaries and limits for ourselves and call it time.