The Boundaries
It always seems as if
There are so many things to do
and so little time.
Nowadays, life passes by so quickly,
Without even a second to sneak a glance
at the world outside.
It began without us ever knowing--
The Rush. The Push. The Pull--
that forces us day to day
To live. To learn, To die.
When will we have time?
To take our time
to experience, to teach, to live, finally.
It always seems as if
we were one way, one day
and another the next.
As if life escaped us
during the times we loved the best.
How long will it take
For us to be empty of life? Empty of time?
It's sad to know
That the only time
We'll be free of conviction
free of commitment
free to look
free to experience
free to teach
Unrestricted by time,
is when we are conquered by death.
Only then,
will we have infinite time left.