What is time?

What is time?

But an interval

Between one thing

And another.

A space to fill.

A hole to fall into.

A gap between

Two events,

Without which,

Nothing ever happens.

What is life?

But a passage

Between what was

And is yet to be.

A path to find.

A journey to make.

A space, between

Two fixed points,

That bookend,

A beginning,

A middle

And an end,

Without which,

Nothing of import,

Ever really happens.

Without time

There is no life

Without life,

And its

Passing tide,

There is no need

Of time.