The Gift of Time

Something we are all frantically aware of

Time is such a vital element in our life
A constant motion of inevitability
With each second building upon another
It seems to catpult into our minds
Making us aware as we scurry around like insects
Aware of the past which is our present
Or perhaps maybe the future to come
Aware of our actions and thoughts
Can we pay the price of time, if so what is it worth?
A second, an hour, a day, a decade?
O' What I would give to control time
If only just for a moment...