If time needed money, we would never be free.
The world and it beauty, but not without a fee.
We would dance slow motion, if we can afford
the happiness and sorrow that cash would have bought.
If time ran like the river, we could never reset
a moment of folly and a life of regret.
Meandering through our minds, a callous, thoughtless crime,
not a minute too late; just an extra dollar or dime.
If time were tangible, I would bathe in its glory,
to flush in its riches and just embrace it wholly.
The flood in the forest, an ocean's breastfeed,
a tickle of your senses, a planted rice seed.
If time were a mystery, I would be that detective
to unmask its dark secrets and dissolve its furtive.
I could cuff its limbs together and jammed it against the wall,
demand for compensation, my money and all.
If time were my family, I would run like the wind
away and beyond to escape a lifetime of sin.
But caged by its secrets, and clenched at the wings,
the family would chorus, at my funeral it'd sing.
If time were that simple, we will grab and not let go,
there will be a frenzy of war, for humanity to show
that it's more than just a mess, it's organized bullshit
and we'd take one more shot just to get that last hit.
If time were a maniac, I would let it catch me,
to be a slave of its passion, more than I could ever be.
I would spend each waking moment, in a cradle of shame,
lying bare naked with no rose to my name.
But the truth is time isn't anything above,
it's everything there is and all that you love.
Time is like money, spent with regret;
Time is like that picturesque view you will never forget;
Time is like an object you can gaze and worship;
Time is like the secret that you never could keep;
Time is like blood relations, which make you glow and still mad;
Time is like a puzzle you do when you're alone and you're sad;
Time is like an insane devil, controlling your kingdom,
but still you clamour in desperation, for it brings you freedom.
