Time

Most do not realize the complicated concept of time
A currency that is worth more than a kings ransom
Or any substances humans have mined
Within a galaxy in which choices
that each organism has made
Within the pillars of the universe
are permanently engraved
And each decision reaches afar,
in the form of a compressional wave
Transending borders,
With effects that cannot be remade.
Each movement you make,
changes a position of a domino
Of a infinitely growing path, towards the future we do not know.
With each tick on the clock
With each second in a minute
The line continues to grow
Until our piece desends and imprints a mark
A legacy left behind, Like a path of a tornado.
Either a memory of greatness
Within everyones hearts
Or a feeling of evil from
Within Earths darkest parts
Either a human of empathy,
Or a human of no light,
Either a human of beauty
Or a human of intellectual might
Only one conclution can be Made,
by all of us within this planet.
And that is you must not trade,
Your time just for the present
For you must plan ahead,
Or your life beyond death
May not be pleasant
For your dents in time
Will forever be omnipresent.