WHAT TIME IS IT?

WHAT TIME IS IT? And why is there never enough for him? I do not have enough time to answer the second part of that question, but I can tell you what it is. I consulted a dictionary.

The time is measured or measurable period by which an action, process or condition exists or continues.

My definition is that it is far from the action in eternity. The time does not really exist, but in this part of eternity, we need a way to measure it. Right? OK. I'm too far there. I know.

Let me in this body, I had more time. But I do not. And I lost a lot of things. But it was my choice because I thought I had a lot of him.

I have great belief that I have no time for you but in all of them tell me that time is irrelevant. Although I should take this time to do something really good. I'm confused, you and me. Sorry.

I wrote two poems on the subject. I hear what you think about time. Let me hear from you even if you do not have time to tell me.

TIME TO ESCAPE CUSTODY
A few months here. A few months. A year or two or three. Time will escape me.
A decade away And every time I stay in this place to face this.
Nothing to show for it. Like sweeping dirt tank. My life is halfway done. Where did all the time?
A few months here. A few months. I did not. Better late than never.

Nobody knows
Each time I take a breath that I am much closer to my death. Each time I take a chance that I'm much more time to improve my life that I do know without a shadow of a doubt if this is when we leave. Grabbing all the happiness that I have assigned because that is what I have is all we have.