While the future is fading

And the Days are Dying

I neither own anything, I only control it for a time. All happy times are mere mementos turned to sadness by time. My visible life comes out of a seed and returns to a seed. 

Sideway time

All that time I grew like a flower, will fade and will fall as a flower. And all through everything, time is measured differently everywhere it is mostly the same, It just seems different, fooling me all the tune, every time.. 

Everything looks the same one way one day and gradually I see everything differently eventually, changing my mind as if each day the days are changing my   perceptions. Is it always just time, or really just me?