• Slowly

    Slowly

    It flows

    Always too slow
    When you want it to go faster
    And always too fast
    When you want it to slow down
    It goes on and on
    And yet
    It's not truly there
    It's something you never have
    Enough of
    It can be measured in different ways
    You can't touch it
    Or taste it
    Or smell it
    But you can feel it
    And sometimes even hear it
    We're the only ones who can
    Grasp this concept
    Otherwise we wouldn't
    Know it existed
    What is it
    You ask

    Why

    It's

    TIME