The sands of time

Beings like us need proof 
For this ever continued sequence of events
To be aware of our becoming and unbecoming
We are placed right in the middle of the wall clock

The simplest representation of time
The hands move all around us
We do not have any control
Whilst chasing our goals

That's why we keep pictures
Beautiful frozen moments in time
A way of presenting our past to our present
The timeless gift to the future

Time is free
Time is priceless
Time is wasted
And as such time wastes beings
Time has direction
Unlike beings that wander wastelands

The best time
The time reminisced
The time remembered
The time loved
The beautiful times
The time of the youth

Time heals
Time never holds
Time flows
Time is never slow
Time will never grow old
Time tells
Time will never lie

And when it is time
it shall come to pass
Our deepest heart desires
Carried by the wings of time
Rooted in the sands of time
It flourished with our tears
And bloom came near

Written by Titilola