Smashed Agents The Windshield Poem by Fletcher Wright

Time is one thing you can't get back
You can't hold it in your hands
You can't see it
You can't feel it
How do you know it's there
It's all just numbers
All just ink on a page
Just tallies
You could just use white out
it's just a measurement
it can always be changed
The dead don't keep time,
nature doesn't keep time,
so stop counting the time,
stop trying to figure out what to do with time
time doesn't exist