Time

it's an enigma

What is It?

This that I'm always chasing?

There doesn't seem to be enough of

then again It's in abundance

It tells me when to be where

something I try to be on

there's never extra to spare

It escapes me like sands in an hour glass

It's of the essence

It can heal deep wounds

It should never be wasted

there's no going back in It

as far as what the future holds

only It can tell

give me some

all will be revealed

hours

minutes

seconds

It's infinite while being short

'till suddenly there's no more

how quickly It flew

Where did It go?

Gone in a wink of an eye

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