Time

A well known word none can define That's the nature of a dimension called time Traveling back on its road is disavowed Forward is the only path that is allowed But seemingly nebulous and flowing like sand it cannot be bottled or held in one's hand Unseen but with a strength so unbreakably great Worlds it does crumble, worlds it does make Without its dominion the cosmos would be a ghostly place It can't be captured or placed in a jar But nothing eludes its grasp so it can't be far It has planets as prisoners and holds their fate And nothing escapes …all on it must wait There was a beginning and therefore an end is implied The end will be when all the enthralled worlds have died So when someone says "tomorrow I'll have time for this" Remind them they don't have time, they're the one in time's grasp