Time : Some Incoherent Thoughts

Time,
like the flow of one stream
never controllable
moves the way, and speed it likes

Time,
that never comes back
again in the same way
to do the same thing again

Time,
what we lose is
never to return
to be ours again

Time,
the one who gives
the greatest wounds
and probably deepest as well

But Time,
is the one
that would solve
all mysteries

And Yet Time
is what will heal
all wounds...

Just wait,
As it's time,
that awaits Time,
Now.