Time is a good name for something we feel it, but We can not grab it anytime, anywhere, and everywhere Simply because it's not a thing that can be grasped or Can be grabbed at anytime, It plays on us if we don't tame it and control it Because it shows us its pretty strength anytime, It never kneels down because It's running and running without pretty pauses, If it stops, then We will be automatically stopped, It is nice and cruel when We bow or when we don't bow to it, It cuts us badly if we don't submit To its timing will, All watches and all clocks indicate Its pretty usage, but We don't see its body, No one can challenge time even if He tries anytime and anywhere, If it goes out of control, then automatically We go out of control simply Because it's always in a hurry like a wave That looks like a high mountain and is Ready to turn into a tsunami.

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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