Time

With no start or end flows a stream

That’s the enigma knows as time.

Many say ‘I don’t have time’

When they are sailing on time.

None knows where it’s coming from;

And where it’s heading to;

And what it will unfold;

And what gifts it has for us;

And what miseries it has for us;

And when it will hurt;

And when it will heal;

And when it will bring joy;

And when it will bring sorrow;

And where it will take us to.

Some think it’s an illusion,

None knows its intention.

And incessantly flows that stream

That’s the enigma known as time.