Time...

Time, a little mess,
Waiting for no one,
Stopping for nothing.
It goes and goes, without a look back.

It moves so fast, and then so slow.
It makes little sense;
So why go on?
We try so hard, and then fall down.

We struggle and cry,
We stumble and trip.
And no one sees,
So then we fall, again and again.

Through ups and downs,
We try to stand.
And time moves on,
Without a glance.

So cruel it is,
That retched thing.
Not caring for anything,
Much less, anyone.

But we must struggle and cry,
'cause the happiness will come.
One day, some how, It'll come.
It finds use all, no madder how small.