Time, what is it really?

A moment that already passed,

A moment we keep waiting for,

A moment we continue living on,

Or maybe a moment unpredictable.

People are just like the wind,

Always moving until we reach an end.

But the end we search for

Is never truly there.

So is it really what we want?

Time is just like people,

So unpredictable.

One moment happy,

Another moment sad,

Always changing,

So different from before.

How can someone waste time?

Just like me,

Doing nothing at all,

Watching my hours zoom away,

Knowing once they are lost

They never return again.

Like a light bulb glowing,

Certain yet still confusing,

Shining without understanding

Why it burns the way it does.

Maybe time is not meant

To be understood completely.

Maybe it only asks us

To keep moving with it,

Like the wind,

Like people,

Like life itself.