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 

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