Sense What Is Time

Time travels, time stretches...            Slow or speedy,            it's the same ... that's what            we imagine, we realize ...            Time is itself            all the length ...           but it's always there,           in the same space ...           It doesn't stop, but nothing           reaches ... does not come back,           does not start again ...           It's continuous, doesn't build           but everything does ...           Its tracks are invisible           its steps are without footprints ...           It exists, but it has no form.           It assists, but does not show.           We are its expression,           we are its appearance ...           It's ancient and it's fresh,           is young and eld,           but there is no age ...           It is endless beginning,           it's him all time long ...           Our acquaintance           unknown           time...