Stop stealing time

Time is a mime,
a hand-gesture signalling that time is alive,
Time is fine.

Fine, as in refined.
Fine, as in-love,
Unless it's time-up.
Then time becomes fiiiiiiiiiiine.

Time could be a fine?

If a mime is a stop-and-go art of motioning bodies siliently gesturing tongues of Truth into being-
Then movement itself could be a tale of endless times of timing.
Where you and I, both, not only co-exist but find ourselves to be true as One.
And as one in One.
We express and come to know the ONE, as in Truth, we are one.

There is also something about time, that makes me think of lime?

It convinces me that we've been moving along on-time, all this while, in time.
And that life, itself, isn't a straight line.
That perhaps time isn't meant for us to bound on any forms of lines.
Especially, about having our lives "in-line"!