from the initial bottom slap

to the final, shovel's tap

it wasn't enough just to be

we had to know where and when - you see

but present past and future are all the very same

and with no transition point, we'd need a name

we needed measurement, a new paradigm

and so we cleverly invented time

this measurement had to be designed

the distance from one point to another defined

well we finally got our way

and are now reminded every day

how old we are, how much we weigh

how far we go on a given day

how fast we move, how long we wait

how much we have and think it's great

but it's a monster, can't be tamed

oft' misused, always blamed

appointments missed and then delayed

or obsession with how long we stayed

the invention has become a curse

partitioning our universe

limiting when our 'time' will come

allotting each an average sum

the clock and calendar counting years

then watching them flee while stoking fears

all this technological modernity

dominating the Nature we soon won't see

what's needed is to stop and smell a rose

easy to say I suppose . . . but to be able to

enjoy each moment pressure free

and let people learn to 'just let things be'