About Time #02

What does it really means?
When a Goliath of incomprehension
With his swords drawn out of his sheaths
His head perched at his neck, leaned.
bending over and peeking into your station.
Anxious eyes, heavy mists he breaths.

And roars and asks this mind boggle;
this giant of the lullabies of deep sea;
"What does it means to endure time?"
With what you're told you tend to struggle.
and what you know, you just can see
it to be the case so you rhyme to chimes?

Folly of a foolish it will be if
You say what you've heard is the case.
Think, do you touch or taste time or,
you take it to be your smartphone's bleeps?
or, in corners of labs, is there it's trace?
much has passed? and there's always more?

Is it when things change time pass?
Things change both ways you see.
Are mountains the young and bold?
Are clouds and rain and snow and grass
just as old as the seven seas?
Nothing's new and none is old.

Is it when a life withers time moves?
There's more mouths to feed than ever before.
Show me a death, I'll show you peace.
Like waves of air in it's own grooves.
A life flourish and become two and much more.
In face of improbability life will not cease.

What does it means to endure time?