Time.

Time.

Time.

Time is a fickle thing
Going fast, going slow.
Time is an unknow source,
An ever moving source,
And will never stop.

Time is a precious thing
Spent with loved ones,
Friends, family, significant others.
Because one will never know
When time will separate them

Time can be a villian
Holding on too tightly moving ever
So slowly, never backing down.
Time is in demand,
Not enough of it to get things done.

Time is ever-lasting
Time never lies.
In time and with time
All things—old and new—
Will be reveled
All we have to do is wait.