Hour glass of time

Unconsciously existing in life,
flowing through the hour glass of time,
unaware of our inevitable fate,
when our life force is collected,
to be kept for our Resurrection,
as we watch the clocks,
slicing away at our time,
with ever cut of the hand,
our allotted time is reduced,
and when the final grain falls,
into the bottom half of our time,
that last grain of the present,
falls down into the past,
to rebuild our allotted time in life,
so that the keeper of our time,
can reset our time,
and restart out life,
simply by flipping our hour glass,
so that we may make new choices,
follow a different path,
eventually leading tot he same fate,
as our glass is flipped once more,
in an eternal river of time.
yet it is not only our lives who posses time,
we merely believe we have harnessed it,
our belief that we can tell the time,
think that we understand it,
yet it is merely our own perception of time,
simplified for our own understanding,
yet there are other who perhaps do comprehend,
no matter how much we refuse the idea of it,
blindly knowing that we have control over time,
completely unaware of its true master,
if our eyes were opened to the truth,
then our minds would block the knowledge,
blind ourselves to the knowledge of the final end,
at the mere thought from times master,
for it is he who decides when everything has had its time,
from when they shall never return,
as of yet he has not chosen this fate,
so we shall carry on in ignorant bliss,
of our hour glass of time,
slowly shifting through time,
to our final end.