The world is rotating
Every rotation is a time spent
Time may be unpredictable and scary
Scared as to what it means
Some, believes of their time as their death
Yet time is always running and infinite
It may run fast or slow, late or advance
It has no beginning nor ending
We need to preserve this, for time is Gold
It shouldn't be tolerated nor wasted
Every second, every minute and every hour past,
Is a deduction in our lives
Time continually passes,
Shouldn't we consume it wisely?