Time is a measure that man created to sequence the flow of events and the space between such events.

Time is the ticking clock that tells us where to be and when to go.

Time sets the pace for our world,time to eat,time to work, time to sleep.

Time is the patient hunter waiting in the dark woods to takes each of us down one by one.

Time does not love or hate, in fact time does not really exist.

Time is a dream, a thought, a whimsical idea that somehow came into being to rule us.

Time is the great deceiver, telling us thing will get better in time, when only death comes in time.

Time is my nemosis, my torment,I banish you from my mind,and all that you have wrought.

Time stands still and all the world fades away, this is a glimpse at the universe that time would hide.

I am done, it seems I have run out of time.