Time is like liquid,
an ephemeral step towards truth;
the marching forward of decades,
and finally seconds.
Sloppy seconds at best when you consider the moments that are totally wasted.
Time is like water,
dripping endlessly towards an endless sea of little to no meaning.
3:13Am is no time to be kicking your legs off the covers.
Unless you can see the dials of the clock . . .