The passing time

I look at the clock, and the time has passed.
Whenever i look, the time has passed, 
The time, it passes all the time.
Can't it stop, or just pass forever
Without interrupting my rhyme?
No, it will pass, and my rhyme will cease
As i fall later or later to a victorious disease; 
So i will pass and, yes, the time will pass, 
Even when the aeons rest deep in freeze. 
Even without clocks to record the time,
The time, it will pass all the time.