Time flows freely,
Yet strict in minutes and hours,
Our perception however makes things stretch,
Span longer or be cut suddenly short,
How many times do we say in a lifetime,
That someone's time was cut short?
Do we fit to the trajectory given to us,
Or do we test and tease it,
Playing games with our makers plan,
Like something out of The Adjustment Bureau?
Time,
Ticks,
Clock hand,
Turns,
Slow,
Steady,
Constant,
Yet we run to the rhythm of our heartbeat,
Which quickens with desire, 
Slows with sleep,
Tick,
Tock,
Tick,
Tock,
Boom,
Boom,
Boom,
Boom,
Hearts feeling,
Heads confused,
Souls yearning,
Reaching out,
Souls are ageless,
Always young,
Never growing and hurting,
Like bodies do,
Skin wrinkling,
Organs failing,
Cancers spreading...
Those things don't matter to a soul,
A soul is untouchable,
It feels emotion,
And learns,
A soul is immortal,
A soul goes on and on,
And some souls are meant to be together,
To find each other and stay close,
Not to be pulled apart,
So don't worry about those New Year's Resolutions,
Don't say you'll go to the gym,
And then get annoyed when you don't,
Just realise that in the end,
The way you looked,
Was purely vanity,
And reach out,
Accept love, Give everything to love,
Love eternally,
Love is ageless,
Time is just perception.