But in the Meantime

 
Time keeps running, counting, thinking
Even though for some the gears have stopped
 
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
 
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
 
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest asset (or liability)
Free and sometimes unaffordable
Likely and yet unpredictable
Appreciated by many  
And forgotten by some
 
But in the meantime
It keeps going forward, unmoved