Time

Hello their traveler , riddle me this .

I’m desired by king and peasants alike , but used so careless by all .

I’m measured, managed ,wasted . Always moving never stalled .

I grow forest , tear down mountains , I move stars across the sky . I exist through all the vast of space , I’m present, I can fly , I care not for your status, your achievements or your dreams , I’m finite to all living things, but forever includes me .

Where I’m going is tomorrow , and where I have being is history , I’m a concept grasped by simple mind but to science , I’m a mystery.

I’m measured by the moment , I’m counted by bit of falling sand , I promise to never promise more than what is presently in your hands.

I’m TIME.

The riddle solve itself. I’m impartial , I’m unfair , I’m divvied out in unknown lots to each persons total shares.

Now the true riddle mighty traveler, isn’t how to cheat more time, but how to use your precious lots of moments to it prime .

For those who only chase tomorrow will find it cold and Gray but those who makes the present count - live lifetime everyday.

So maybe not exactly a riddle … it more of a reflective thought I’d share, I hope you find it interesting and as always be safe out there .