As Time Goes By

Time travels, time stretches... Slow or fast, he is the same...it's what we thought we figured it out... time is itself all the time... advances, but it's always there, in the same space... It doesn't stop, but nothing reaches... does not return, don't even start over... It is continuous, it does not build but everything does... Its tracks are invisible its steps are without footprints... It exists, but it has no form. It assists us, but does not show itself. We are expression, we are its appearance... It's old and it's new, is young and old, but it is not old... It's beginning without end, it's him all the time... our acquaintance unknown time...