Somedays time flies by,

Somedays time stands still,

Somedays it will make me sigh,

Somedays gift a thrill,

But for none does time pass the same,

Nor can it ever be given,

A waste of time always a shame,

A sin not to be forgiven,

Some see time as required,

Others as a gift,

The question of time is one eternally inquired,

So through the sands of time I sift,

To find what I am meant to do with all this uncertain, intangible, ever moving time