Time

Time is infinite,

Yet there's never enough,

It runs up and suddenly you're stuck.

Each individual has a lifetime,

filled with multiple trials and triumphs in their timeline.

Everyone yearning to shine on their own time.

But what is our own,

more than God's preconceived and guided clone?

We're so obsessed with wanting control,

forgetting that there is only ONE who has the power to hone.

See, our lifetime transcends,

to an afterlife that we can hardly comprehend.

Time doesn't really end,

but often seems to lend..

More like borrow really.

But borrow from who?

And borrow from where?

I guess there's a certain beauty in not knowing

when or where we're going.