• Man believes it controls time. Spending it like currency on what he does. But time has its own mind. Pulling the strings on the man it loves. Time is cruel, and full of pride. It protects itself, but never hides. We reach for it with our hands. But it is sealed away like hourglass sands. When we want time to move slowly it rushes away from us. Then the fear sets in that one day we shall be dust. When we want time to speed up more quickly so that boredom may stop. Time doesn’t ever work on the clock. It plays tricks on us, makes sain men go mad. But when it finally works for us we are surly glad. For when you are working on a birthday cake, or hoping to pass a test for heaven's sake. Time will surly lend a hand. And give you some of it’s glorious sand.