While the future is fading

And the Days are Dying

I do not own anything, I only control it for a time. All happy times are mere mementos turned to sadness by time. My life comes out of a seed and returns to a seed. 

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

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 just time, or really just me?