Time

Time ticks, yet makes no sound
Time is round, yet never recurs
Time moves slowly, and quickly at the same time
Time is elegant, yet causes death
Time flies, yet has no wings
Time is of the essence, yet not essentially defined,
And precedes our existence

Time is monosyllabic, yet confuses many tongues
Time is four letters, yet they fade away in its presence
Time is short, yet it’s been here forever
Time waits for no man
Yet no man waits ‘til it’s time to get married
Time can be rewritten
But we haven’t figured out how

Time doesn’t smell, yet we stink over time
Time changes our tastes, yet has no taste
Time changes feelings, yet feels the same
Time is a magazine, and published on schedule
Yet it keeps no schedule, and every schedule
(At the same time)

Time is measured in numbers, yet can’t be truly counted
Time is a contrast, yet always the same
Time creates cycles, yet isn’t one
Or maybe it is, and we’re the constants
Because time only marks what happens
Again and again

Time is a secret
Only Time will tell...
-Akeem Lawrence, 4/6/08