Time,

Something of a mystery,

A mere figment of your imagination,

It dates far back into history,

Growing older through each generation.

Time gives each their own victory,

As well as one their reputation,

Whether that be for their study,

Or their own intimidation.

Time never really stands still for any,

It's always something in constant motion,

The earliness in your life journey,

Means you have nothing, just like privation...