Time Is Running Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

Time is running fast and I don't know why or where to
From whom might it be running? I have no clue
We were at the start just the other day, now we are closer to the end
Too much I don't know but for sure we can't trust time nor the process

We see growth at the start then half way between the withering starts
Are we just mere objects of wrath and mockery for time?
What the use of gaining everything in the world but lose time
Some said its money others say if you lose it, you can never recover it

When we ponder time and its selfish ways we realise we are with no meaning
Walking through the sands and leaving a mark on time can be the only hope
But before we done we wake to realise time is already way too gone for any of that
Our actions compared to those before us might not matter much rest we work with time