Time

It was yesterday evening, a clear one. WritedownYouri the poem writer of Poetry Of Destination Life couldn't sleep at all, he was constantly thinking. At one moment he got inspirated and thought, let's write another poem, unless he already wrote 7 or 8 poems the last 5 days. He started writing and thought of the title: Time, and so he wrote down that poem:

A second,
A minute,
Is this real?,
Or an illusion..

I'm bothering,
24 Hours a day,
Werther I could be late,
Or forgot that time exists..

What does it do?
Where's the difference if it wasn't here?
I'm confused..

Hallucinating,
About timeless places,
Just an illusion..

After this poem about that time could be real or not, he thought that it was a nice poem. He is still thanking the readers of his poem and would like some comments with points how he could improve himself.
Goodbye were the last words.

Okay this was a little story about how I made the poem, well you saw it =)
Bye<3