Do we know what time is? Is it the time on the clock that's ticking The ticking that accompanies us all day All night and in between? Is it our lifetime Periods that run Always aiming a certain point A point that stays unknown until our arrival Thoughts they fly Time goes by Impossible to keep hold of it Thoughts disappear But time won't Immeasurable, stable Tempus edax rerum Are we the ruler Or are we subjects? Is time our influence? Are we to neglect? Time is precious Time is rare Though we're sometimes Unaware We are no masters But we're not enslaved Sometimes it's fate And sometimes dictate Tempus edax rerum