Time seems to be passing by faster then ever.
A year remembered as a week, a week remembered as a day.
We have no time and yet time needs to be made.
We make time to sleep.
We make time to wake.
We make time to sing when were happy.
And we have time to cry when were not.
Time is a mysterious thing, it will be there all our life and yet we'll never be able to seize it.
We'll never be able to understand it, to control it, to beak it, or to stop it.
Yet as complex as time is there's not much, so we must stop worrying about what it is for this is not the most important thing.
Now in our days we need to learn how to use it the best.
There is time for every thing and time for just waste.
To learn the difference is were key of it lays