10:22

​Time

It’s been running out since the moment I was born

10:22 PM on a breezy Saturday night

On April 29th

That’s when the clock that runs my life began.

Tick tock goes the clock,

The clock of humanity,

The clock of sanity,

The clock of reality,

The clock that controls what we did last and what we do next.

Time

It’s the indefinite continued progress of existence…

Existence

Are we living or are we existing?

Are we doing or are we being?

Are we seeing or are we believing?

Now, the only way to know that is to know how we are using

Our time.

Time

It’s a gift

A gift misused, wasted, and killed.

It’s supposed to be used productively to define our lives at a latter time

But we’ve grown up in a world

That’s so concerned about how we use our present time

To determine our future time

So concerned about our future life

That we forget to breathe in the time in between.

Time

Time is money, but money isn’t time

And it’s only a matter of time

Until both our time and our money

Run flat.

So how do you spend your time?

Is your time defined in the amount of selfies you take?

The followers you have on twitter?

The likes you get on Facebook or Instagram?

Your time is precious

Tick tock

The clock’s still ticking

While we now decide how to use our time

The clock that decides

The clock that guides

The clock that resides

Within us

The clock that makes us no different than the one next to us

The clock that will eventually run out

Time

It’s a bird that flies by

It’s sand between our fingers

And we can’t close our hand to hold onto it

Because we swear we don’t have enough time

To enjoy what’s in front of us.

Time

It’s the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the

Past,

Present

And future

Regarded as a whole.

Although

If time is regarded as a whole

Why do we waste so much time multitasking;

Dividing our time so we don’t finish one thing,

Yet we start many things

And ultimately kill the little bit of time we have left.

Tick tock

The clock ticks slowly

As the time we spend complaining about everything we have to do

The thing’s we aren’t going to be able to do

Slips between the cracks of stress and responsibility

Slips between our words

WE NEED MORE TIME

Time

She’s wasted

She’s used

She’s stretched to her limit

But the reality is

We can’t get rid of her and we can’t ask for more of her

We have to seize her

Love her and cherish her

Because time is a gift

And the worst thing we can do is let her drift

Away

Like our endless, numbered days

Time

As I conclude

Don’t try to elude

The reality that you’re wasting your time

Youth

Make the most of every opportunity in these evil days

Because all you really have

Is your time