Does time exist, or is created my man?

To fool us, to scare us, to limit our plans.

To make us fear death, and our short time on Earth.

A clock counting down since the moment of birth.

Is time the ticking I hear in the room

Or is it the cycle of the Earth and the moon?

Is it 365 days I have left to be 'young'

Or the passing of darkness to the rise of the sun.

Is time here to help me, or scare me away.

So much I could do, but such a short day.

Is my time adding up, or is my clock counting down

Is there extra time that I haven't yet found.

Time is here to remind me not to waste what I've got.

To absorb each moment, each smile, each thought.

Sure I wish I had more, 'cause it goes by fast

But I'm going to make the time I have last.