Time
is the journey
we’re forced to take,
and that we cannot comprehend:
for we cannot get outside it
for perspective, neither can we
get inside it to see how it works.
Still,
we are always conscious of it,
buffeting us, and limiting us,
the signs of its unimaginable scope
everywhere around us, and
evidence of its inescapable sway
in this life heavy on our souls,
always present, always distsnt,
although we still try to count it
Ye. And our time on earth is limited. That’s why we count it.