Time.

Time
Is such a funny thing when placed in our hands
Sometimes slow, dragging past us
Sometimes fast, like water trickling through our cupped hands, with us
scrambling to catch it
Time
Is a canvas in which we paint our lives upon
Time
Is the very thing that keeps us together
And apart
Time
Is inside us all
And outside any of our control
Time
When everything else is gone there will still be
Time