Daring you to waste it,
forcing you to cherish it,
making you want to get rid of it.
Kill it!
And yet it always remains.
You ask it to fly by when you are bored,
yet you command it to stop when you're having fun.
When you're young, you want less of it;
when old, you desire much more.
Make up your damn mind already!

Time is a flirtatious whore.