Time though constant; is abstract, fluid, fleeting.

It builds the world and tears down all memories

Carves valleys to create voids within consciousness

Takes us all, whittles away the essence of pride

It is our doom made manifest in the setting sun

Yet our hope that always another tomorrow awaits

Lest the twilight take our soul and mould it anew

Scatter it across the aeons and still our inquisition

Of all that we have become, or all we could ever be

Time is ever alone for it stalks eternity without us

We come and go and rise and fall within moments

We expect so much and reap so little we humans

Blunt instruments of change that beckon renewal

Time sees all, is all, yet without is expressionless

Hating the concept of its gift of the hours to us now

Will take back every second and live vicarious moments

Within my lifetime and yours and see that although

Time withers and wounds it can never exist alone