"No Time"

Time.......tics away....clocks displays.... Time
Minutes and seconds of everyday
So many lives enslaved in... Time.....
Time is of the essence
A blessing for some,to others a gun
A sequential bullet slowed down
By invisible hands around the sun
Setting and rising,nightfalls and moonlighting/in the eyes of children they look at the glare of the moon in amazement,but to their sustainment
It only means that bedtime has arrived
And to stay up there's no more....Time...
Numbers forever moving movements
Conducive to moves meant in good faith or bad purpose,in which the worthless
misfortune of horrid proportion
forces those with dark hearts and sinister intentions to be arraigned upon apprehension, through court systems,while sisters in court shed tears of sadness,rather than joy,all because the judge gave a brother all that.....time.....
If eyes are a window to the soul
Then time must be a door to life
Time runs fast,time moves slow
Time waits for no man,time to go
Time to make the donuts,time to show
Time is a hot commodity an oddity,and oddly its a facade,that's meant to control
you,your movements,your go here and gotta get there,and can't be late for that punctual dinner dates
The oscillation of fluctuations
Spent around on a spindle of windows
In global rotation,for some its a gift for others its a curse,but either way you spin it,it can't all be reversed
So grateful should be,those who have time,for if you don't have time,then this means that your clock has expired....
If only we all could turn back the hands of time,what would we reverse,and how far would you unwind,the ties that binds the confined,and the blind,who once had a vivid vision, but now just darkness in their eyes,only if they had....time..

Thank you for sharing. I felt like it was a very 'busy' poem. No offense, but I adore simplicity and brief, hitting hard with an end line or two.
Keep posting, perhaps make your own post next time