Time

Its constantly there but might not exist

Always moving forward you can't resist

Some think its a dimension others a construct

We organize around it and all the business we conduct

You can't touch it and it can't be reversed

It can't be stopped or captured or coerced

We are all affected by it there is no escape

It can be measured but not by scale or by tape

We never have enough yet its something we like to waste

It can be bittersweet or plain bitter but has no taste

It moves in a straight line and only one direction

But we know it in past present and future even though there's no physical connection

You can be on the moment but it never stands still

In a blink of the eye its past as you merge into a future surreal

Time

We don't have enough

Time

It goes to fast

Time

We waste and kill

Time

We can't prove its even real