Time is merely a vision of a nonexistent reality.

We are constrained by the clutches of time.

Time is in all the places we seek and around all the corners we turn.

Time can be whatever you want it to be,

mean whatever you want it to mean.

Time is an essence of shrouded mystery.

Time knows us,

but we do not know time.

Time is uncontrollable and rabid.

We are mere pawns of time,

and only see what time wants us to see.

Time is the only way to live.

It is the only way to die.

Time is nonexistent but also infinite.

Time is a paradox of good and evil,

big and small,

worthy and unworthy.

Time is you.

Time is me.

Time is precious.