Its own plan has time
I have mine
To it I never bow
and it never loses this fight

But for a hint to help me through
would my time be better
veered this way or instead another

Others I would help through
but must only stand by while in their time
Time has its plan

The agony of the wait
while I cannot but watch another suffer
while I cannot but suffer through myself

Time Knows but does not tell

I have spent a lifetime like this
in battle with it
While it just waits
and sneers sometimes laughs
for me perhaps maybe sometimes
sheds a tear

Time knows
it can wait

Sometimes my enemy
sometimes my friend