"Time's Limit"(more or less)

           
           
                  what is time?; according to clocks in a temporary box;            
              it moves yet stationary, like trains of thoughts arriving            
           to the same designated stop, before you're eventually dropped;            
         time is here today and gone tomorrow; appreciated by many,            
       some days; may pass by just to say hello other days;            
        should time not serve us as much or more than we, if it's truly immortal;            
             what kind of relationship is this?;            
            time is how long it takes for it to rain before another seed grows,            
           out of a beautiful "earthly" woman; must be why we call it father;            
            time is night, day, and everything that happens in between;            
           is our ultimate span really determined by,            
         some "deep vision" unlike an utopia-let alone sight of the human eye;    
     the grass isn't always green;the sky down to the ocean isn't always blue;             
          none of those elements are void of danger's wake;            
          it's crazy how we just need to save time, and lose sleep;          
      we say we don't have time to waste, while time is infinite unlike the skin you're in;          
       we waste our selves away each day actively or inactively;          
        we put limits on time; as well as other things inaccurately;          
        who's right is it to dictate how hands move accordingly?;          
        who's right is it to run ship selectively of who sinks or boards the sea?;          
        what does it really mean, to "make a living" when the cost is expensive?          
         damn....smdh