Ode To Time

i am time, i run on people's feet on their wrists needles on the wall the hearts and mind especially the last of which i am a parasite i live in a dimension that feeds on every other night, day, rain or shine you can chop me down piece by piece, unit by unit stuff them up with every bit of your dreams now i am all done up, made up for human endeavours a miser of the upper most kind i am every minute, every second of the my lifespan to myself, to others the last luxury i have is to reflect on myself - no time i live in a dimension people dont look back run in a straight line a masochist as i chug along enslaved and enslaving