Time

Dont want to waste it, but I can't seem to keep it bottled up
Keeps running from me but for some reason, I feel stuck
This can't be life, work work work till I die
If I said this was life I'd be telling a bold face lie
Instead it needs to be cherished and loved
Because it's truly a gift only given from the Man above
It flies like a dove.. but somehow its always right.. on.. TIME..