Time Poem by Thomas Becker

Think of what the thing called Time could be.
Its the flow of events that you can see.
We have an allotment of time to use at will,
But know your soul is what will pay the bill.
Even I have seen it move at different speed,
and you would never know where it would lead.
The faster you go the slower for you it will flow.
At the speed of light you may find you will glow.
Speed and motion are not its limitations in no way.
Some think it could even be used as a space gateway.
A line, curved, or spiral we could only hope to know.
May be one day we will learn but only time will show.
I could go on and on using up this time line fast.
Know this is where it would become our past.