Time, My Garment

What can be made without time?

Time passes so freely on,

Ahead only but not beyond,

The measured step of moving on,

Secure and firm it plays no pawn;

Time moves, as so it will,

To stay in motion, future to fill,

Call it greed or call it ill,

Even in darkness, time moves still;

Time moves and carries all,

Building, shaping, causing to fall,

The race it makes it knows not at all,

Yet every contestant knows it's call;

Time moves and shows a scene,

The likes of which, so rare a dream,

Cannot be known before it's seen,

A stitch in time will form a seam.