What is time?

What is time?
Where are the seconds disappearing?
Is it like the sea,
something is rising and raining down?
Or like streams and streams,
flowing from the springs into the valley?
Why does it seem to flow faster and then sluggish,
where she always stays the same?
Is she alive?
Does she breathe?
Do you feel it?
Was she born?
Will she die, someday?
 
I do not know what time is,
but I can measure it.
On the course of the clock,
on the moon, sun and star
and me.
I can see how it goes by, time.
But I do not think she'll ever end.
Neither for me, nor for any other life.
Because with every second it arises
and change his way.
Like me with every idea
emerge new and rethink my ways
and change or move on.
Time is what I make of it.

Love 💋 Nicole