nonsense

Time
Time is a luxury
Time is evil
Too much and you're in trouble
Too little and you panic
There is never the right amount
Only what we make of it
Yet it's so easy to waste
Waste not want not
Wish it could be recycled
Would that be like time folding upon itself?
And disrupt the time-space continuum?
Am I getting too far away?
Or is the sand just slipping
slipping
slipping