Time is a funny concept.

It exists like the voice in your head.

It daunts like a universal fact, but in fact its subjective to the beholder.
It breaks bonds and heal.
Its uncaring and abrasive.
Time is always fleeting for living.
It reveals the weakness in the fortitude of the strong.
It unveils the truth.
It revels in the face of existence,
As it is born multiple times daily.
It ceases to exist for many.