How can there be so much of you, and so little.
I thought I controlled my days but I don’t, you do.
You are around me always, yet so elusive.
I keep losing you, but you were never mine.
When I need more of you, I can’t find you.
You are constant, yet I am always running out of you.
You can be so fast, and so slow, but you are always the same.
I don’t have you, but I always need you.
Despite your value, I often waste you.
I never capture you, but you always escape me.
You don’t do anything, but you define everything.
You make the world go round.
I simply watch.