Day 7 of expressing myself until I posted the interview with @plebpoet

we have many years,
but we don't have many days
as years become days in someone else's ears
the past becomes the time of someone else's ways

time keeps us in check
but is also the ultimate wreck
time keeps us moving forward
without being our ward

we value inscriptions in our heads
but we don't in our chains
have we made our beds
or are we still looking for our brains?