It's About Time

Time...
What is time?
Is it precious?
For it is one and only, and never have been a similar time.. it never rolled back, rewind.. never.

It is plenty
We have plenty of it
Can we still consider it's precious then?
For something plenty is commonly what we ignored, 'coz we can get it whatever and whenever we like

But, how do we know we have that much time?
just because we still have it 'till now?

What did we do with our time before?

I saw that the time is moving on, along with the cycle of the sun and the moon..
restless
I just saw it, but didn't go along with them.

Like sitting on a bus, and watch the scenery outside passes by
Though, it's true that actually the bus is moving indeed.

I did something with my time, but do I really did something?
What did I do?
Did time playing tricks on me?

Sometimes, I wonder..
when will I can come along with you, time..?
Anytime, I'd like to know the answer