The Case of the Known but Taken-for-granted Treasure

oh, there goes the ticking.

tick. tock. tick. tock.

time.

treasure in minutes. full of inexplicable essence.

yet...

we humans still do not under the value.

of the thin needle pointing on the numbers on the grandfather clock.

of the rhythmic monotonous tick tock.

of the chimes of bell as it strikes a new number.

of the wooden case of the clock, indicating how stifling time can be.

i, you, we, they,

use TIME.

i laze around when i think i have 'free' time when i conspicuously know, there are no free things in this world.

you waste your time by doing the things you are not passionate about, when you already comprehend that time will be more of value if you follow your heart's desire and do what you love to do.

we all know time is slipping away, second by second, yet, we allow it to slip from our very fingers, also acknowledging, it'll never return.

and they, who have always known, will use TIME to their benefits. and they will ensure that their friends do not fall in the same elusive trap of having lots of time.

the question remains:

have we all appreciated time as we are supposed to do?