Time

Flying for some
Running for some
Walking for some
Crawling for some

In sweet times
It flies on its wings
In sour times
It crawls on its belly
In ordinary times
It simply walks on foot
In sad times
It could fly or crawl
In unfavourable times
The night passes swiftly
Before the eyelids run a wink
The morning comes calling
As an unwelcome guest

The other times
It appears static
When high expectation rules
The mind hangs on anticipation
Throughout the night
Reviewing issues
The morning refuses to come

Time. Time
Always on a steady motion
At its unchanging pace
None can slow time
A master of its own
Sad or sweet
Time cares not
Its journey is steady
Worries are for man