What is time, anyways?

I don’t have enough time on my hands
It’s slipping through my fingers
Like sand it’s running through my fingers,
Not a minute of it lingers.

The clock's hands move too fast
Every hour slips past.
They’ve told us since we were children,
to number up our days
but I don’t know what to do.
Because the count is too low,
my days are too few
time refuses to move slow

I’ll admit that I don’t try to fight it
I don’t try to save time,
Instead I’ll just lie down
Because time isn’t mine
I have no control
so I’ll just wait until
time takes my soul.