Time.

They call me good and bad, They curse me I don’t know why, They call me happy and sad, As I just keep passing by. They want me to rush at times, At times they want me to freeze, They capture me in their memories, Yet, I flow like a gentle breeze. I am treasured as a lesson, And taught to every progeny, I am provided as a ray of hope, I am a mirror of destiny. They always expect me to be prosperous, They only want me to be sublime, Mistaken that they carry me on their wrists, You’ll never control me my friend!!.... I am time..