Time

The very substance of our mortal existence
Everything we see, do, and ponder
All that we can ever implore

Is merely a matter of time.

But what is time?
Many of us have pondered this quaint matter
And wondered what why it continues

For nothing will ever last as long
As time itself

What keeps the fire of time going?
Who feeds the fire of time?
And keeps it alive
Nourishing the hungry embers

How fast is time?
And who keeps is steady?
Are there seraphim controlling the heartbeat of time?
Keeping a steady rhythm for all that is?
Undaunted by the millennia past

What would a world without* time be like?
A dreary world without meaning
Wrought by the tempest
For the suffering of all alike

What could be accomplished in a world without time?
All our hopes and dreams,
Pushed away,
Dreamt in vain
And the Agony of failure
Must be felt by all
But what is that agony if success is not known?

Time is the very substance of our existence,
Yet the biggest mystery of them all
That keeps us up at night,
That is with us always
Walking beside us, **
and tapping its foot to the rhythm of our lives.