I cannot be defined by mortal man,
All he can ever do is measure me,
Iíve been around since everything began,
And Iíll exist for all eternity.
I move, but only in the one direction:
Onward, although for all Iím not the same,
The rate at which I move is a reflection
Of relative observers in the frame.
I am the arbiter of all: the Master!
However strong your challenge, you canít win;
Youíll find as you grow older I run faster,
The moments and the seasons seem to spin.
Youíll win no prize for working out my name,
But if you waste a minute of me: shame.
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