A Nice Leather Case... Stillborn

Time is what a clock reads
Or do we read the clock  
Just a fantasy novel of infinite pages turning in the breeze like a leaf fluttering to the ground  
That tick tock sound of one hand chasing the other  
Our mother of memoirs fade when their made with haste  
And still I don't know the time  
A series of consecutive lives lived  
What is it they amount too I really couldn't tell you  
A penny for your thoughts  
You see time can be bought  
Things erode as nature reclaims  
Humanity's aim doesn't seem to have the nurture of nature in mind  
No wonder she can be unkind  
What a design of refined perfection  
All with this exquisite collection of memoirs stored away in a nice leather case
To quietly page through at your convenience  
Do you recognize the characters  
We the inheritors to pilot this dermal vessel  
It's stressful man  
Don't waste a moment more considering my position in the everlasting  
As I wish to be fasting in the present  
But a chronological halter has me frothing at the bit  
Do I really need to fit  
What if you were free to do what you would  
Watch this life pass before your eyes  
Would you still say you've done what you should  
What if I told you what's inside never dies  
We synchronize to perpetually exist  
And as the seconds tick by  
Please take a moment
And whisper that departing wish    
In time we become one with the All  
No further use for that piece on the wall  
When I've done and tried everything I could  
To become the clock where time just stood  
   
                                                        ELI