Time Is Determined

The time is spinning away as I watch. I marvel at her determination. Six ten, six eighteen, six twenty-three, six thirty-six. What is it like to live without time? Without a schedule? Without a calendar? Without a routine? Without this man-created-craziness? A concept so foreign, I cannot fathom the possibility Of what could happen if time was not adhered to. If time was not respected or given any thought at all. Would we squander it or savor it? That is the question I ask.