Time,

I’m never ending and always growing,

Crawling on day by day,

and night after night.

Always am I getting older second after second.

You have me on your wall, your nightstand,

on your person.

I am everywhere,

I watched you grow from the second you were born

to your present being,

I am the reason you are as old as you are.

But nothing is older than Time,

not even death himself is as old as I.

I am a ball,

Rolling on and on down an endless hill,

nothing in my way to disrupt my path.

Not a single bump.

Nothing can stop me for I am the reason there is life on Earth.

It took me- Time to create the Earth

and make it so life was able to blossom.

I am the one who is on your wall, your nightstand,

on your person.

Yet you’re the one who doesn’t understand who I am, what I am.