What is time.
The keeper of yesterdays
roads fledgling strays
stacks of feelings in endless trays.
Or a witness of the present
a sunrise without crescent
that steals the past
conversations old laid in cast.
Is time the future
the universe holds the window
Proceedings different in culture.
All three know all the roads
the long grass of emotions
the eye to dance in motion.
They do not make merry with chance
Yet no one can stop it's powers to enhance.