I guess I'm young but I feel so weary
I've tried to express it
But I think its all a bore
It's at the heart of me,
A very part of me"
The fact that this notion of "time" shackles me into such strong constraints also upsets me. Time isn't a real thing, it's simply an idea. We can't see it or touch it, and yet it controls us in so many ways. And even with that control being weilded over us, we rarely stop and think about time as a social construction that we all have to live according to. We can't deny time or live without it, and yet, it's simply a human invention and an additonal dimension in our lives.