My take on Time
It's been 12 years and my heart is still broken. They say Time heals. There isn't enough Time. We didn't have enough Time. My life is dictated by Time. Something I can't see or hear. Something I can feel and measure. A stitch in Time saves nine. Time off. Time zone. The clock is ticking. My how Time flies. Yesterday and eternity are the same Time. Timeout. Time waits for on one. When is it my Time? The fabric of Time. Time is linear. Time is money. Wisdom comes with time. No Time for sergeants. Time marches on. There is no escape from Time. I can't change Time. I can't turn back Time. Time is a cruel master. Unforgiving, laughing at me. Taunting me. Pointing bony fingers of accusation at my inadequacies to deal with my unseen foe. I can't beat Time. I can only do Time. Must my parole occur at the end of Time? No governor's pardon here. Hard Time. Penance of Time has no grace, only tears. To live in the moment is torture. To jump from the edge of Time into my beloved's arms will be Time well spent.