Time

"Time is against me"
"This is not the right time "
"Time waits for no one "
We almost make time sound like a person, who is mean and too fast for us. Whereas in reality, if we were to personify it, she would be more of a friend who always is besides us. She walks when we walk. She stops when we stop. She is the 'now'.  She is always holding our hand. If only we could stop the busy clock to look down at our hand and see her's, if only we took back ourselves from our mind's lies, only then we could hear the bells of heaven ring,..only then in that music our hearts would sing.